Prompt by flirtwithmeudie
All Is Well
There was not a doubt in my mind Katniss could do it. She didn't know, but District 12 had always known her as the district's greatest hero. She'd survived two Games, started a brilliant rebellion, and now the war was almost over and done with. Panem would finally be able to find peace.
Being her little sister, I couldn't help but feel the pressure of needing to do something to help the people. I had learned the craft from my mother ages ago, and they were finally sending me on my own little mission with fifty other trained nurses and doctors. I had a chance to do something that could save lives.
We were sent into the Capitol square, the center of the bombing. All sorts of kids were piled in there, Capitol children, District children, all hiding from the prospect of the impending war surrounding us.
"Everdeen, you take the far left side," the lead doctor called over the noise, pushing his cart towards the center of the mess. I nodded, quickly hurrying to help the injured. We had seen the bombing, and it was still fresh in our minds.
The children were scared, running around in fear of either side sending out a gunman or worse. When they saw the parachutes, they were relieved. They thought someone had come to save them. Snow must've thought the parachutes so ironic it was hilarious.
When they opened the parachutes, the only gift they got was a quick death or fatal injury. We rushed in, only a few rules in mind. Save anyone you can. It does not matter where they are from.
"Let me die," the boy said once I reached him. He was covered in blood already, his green hair that must've once been curly smelling like death. I paid no attention to his pleas, although it must hurt more to live without an arm, a leg nor a parent than to just die. This was my job, I convinced myself. I had to do this.
"Please, Primrose, just let me die in peace," he pleaded once again. I blinked, remembering I had done interviews after Katniss' victory. Everyone in Panem knew who I was. I would always be Primrose Everdeen, the little girl that was always protected by her sister.
I shook my head at him, determined to do my job.
"You don't understand, Primrose! They're coming back! Run while you still can, Primrose!" he shrieked, his eyes darting around in fear, searching for another hovercraft to drop a bomb. I shook my head at him again, determined to save him.
"Prim? Prim!" I heard her shrieks behind me, and I whipped around in time to see Katniss running towards me. Her face was frightened, and I couldn't tell why. She waved her arms at me, pointing behind me. That's when I heard the explosions behind me, erupting faster and faster.
They were getting closer and closer to me, but I couldn't leave him here. It was against everything Katniss had ever fought for. I couldn't give up now. The world became silent to me. I couldn't hear Katniss screaming at me to run. I couldn't hear the boy whispering about how they were getting closer and closer.
I felt a burning fire course through me, burning me up, tearing me down. It wasn't until it was too late I realized it wasn't my determination, rather the fire of a bomb. I could see Katniss rushing towards us, trying to drag me away. Flames were behind her, too.
"No!" I screamed, snapping out of it. Katniss couldn't die. She was the face of the rebellion, the spark of the flame. If I burned, I'd make sure she didn't burn with me. I had to shove her away, no matter how much it burned. She collapsed outside the ring of fire.
When it comes down to it, in a war, there are always those more important. She could've died for me in the games. I wasn't about to let that happen ever again. Consider this me paying you back, Katniss, I know you hate letting debts go unpaid.
I know more than most thirteen year olds know. And this I knew for absolute certain. As long as Katniss was alive, she'd be able to protect our country. As long as my sister and her legacy live on, all is well.
Once upon a time, all was well. Now was the time for it to return to that time, for everything to be okay. I'd be honored to die for my sister, the one who would keep the rebellion going on. For with her, all is well.
I imagined the song Still Alive from Portal when I wrote the ending. Don't judge me.