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There was a huge burn running down the side of my rib.

I was being pushed against the seat by something sharp, and I could barely move. I have no idea what happened or where I am, all I know is that I am injured and near death. I can feel blood oozing down my arm, and all I can think about it the thought of death running through my head.

I can hear a loud blare coming down the street but everything seems so vague against the pain. I realize that I am crying right now, but I am too much in pain to care. It's getting harder and harder to breath, and my vision is getting blurrier by the second. I feel someone trying to pull me out, and I shriek in pain as I feel a large stab in my arm.

"Get her out!" I hear a man's voice say. My vision goes blurrier, and I cannot stop thinking about how my death should be. It should be peaceful, like I never even realized I did die. This death is painful, and the anxiety is seeping through my head like blood drips down you skin.

I am standing, in a bunch of clouds.

Is this heaven? Hell? Who knows? Who cares.

It feels like a million pieces of my heart have been shattered, and I cannot seem to even remember how I got here. I begin to walk, but for some reason my legs are not moving. I feel numb, not physically but mentally. Its like my whole world is crashing down. I feel a huge ringing in my ear, as if a grenade is about to explode. I am blown off of my feet, into the air, off of the clouds. I am falling slowly, like a slow motion action movie. I feel tears coming off my face into the air.

This must be hell, because it hurts to be here, falling off into something I am not familiar with.

I am startled awake with the loud beep.

I sit up, and feel my skin on my arm being tugged. I wince and lay back down, staring at the obvious IV sitting in my skin. I look around and realize I am in a hospital room. My hair is up in a high messy bun, and my hole head feels peculiar.

I try to think about what happened before I ended up here, but it all seems so vague. My arm stings, and I cannot understand why I am still alive, after everything that just happened. I can see it now, the pain, the glass jabbing into my vains like a knife seeping through somebody's chest. My head also hurts, like I just smacked into a brick wall. I look around the room and notice my Mother sitting on the couch, in the corner of the white room.

"Mom?" I am not even sure she heard me. I could barely even hear myself.

"Hi." She says unable to look me in the eye. She is twirling a strand of thread that has been coming off of her wool sweater, "I thought you were dead." Her eyes were watery now, and she began sobbing into her hands. I have never seen her break down like this. I have always thought she was the strong one in the family. I guess i never knew this side of her.

"Why? What happened?" I am unable to look at her without crying. I look down at the gauze wrapped around my arm.

"You were in a car accident. The first one ever to occur in district 12. I feel so horrible. I should have known that you weren't ready to drive. I thought that I could protect you throughout your life but you are clearly to injured to protect. I never told you this but I had a horrible life when I was your age. My own sister, was reaped in the Hunger Games. I could not imagine life with out Prim. She was my medicine, she patched all of my problems up every time I saw her smile. I thought I could protect her by volunteering for the games. So I did, and she was so happy with me. We weren't scavenging for food anymore, and we were rich. I had Peeta, and I wasn't sure that I really like him for real. Then I had to go in again, and I found myself in District 13. I knew that Prim was safe here. Safe enough. Peeta was hijacked by Snow, and I knew i couldn't protect him." My Mom was now silently crying. "When I saw Prim get blown up, I felt the same way as I did just a day ago. Angry, and frustrated. I can never protect the ones I love. The only person I can protect is myself. I am alive after all of these years of agonizing nightmares, and watching everyone around me get hurt."

I felt like I was just stabbed with a knife. I never knew that. I guess I was just hearing it from everyone else, and I could not even get my own Mother to tell met the story. Her story.

It was all coming back to me. I saw the car coming, because I looked away for nothing other than a second. I felt the jabbing pain in my arm, and I felt my ribs snap. Why am I so immature? I cannot believe I even let that happen. Not only am I hurt, but I hurt my Mother and I made her think that she was selfish and couldn't protect me from all the harm in this cruel world.

I am nothing but a disease, a bad case, and a broken kid.

Something that probably was found in the trash. I never knew a person could feel so insecure about them self I just want to die rather than watch my family hurt, it felt like I was dead. Like I was dead to my own family. Dead to them. Dead to everyone. Dead to me.