Katniss' pov
I held the pin Madge had given me in my hand. I rubbed the golden mockingjay with my thumb, my nails not even close to clean. She was the one who needed this, not me. I put it in her hands and I said to her,
"It's a mockingjay pin, to protect you. And as long as you have it, nothing bad will happen to you. Okay? I promise."
I hugged one last time. I knew she was now leaving, but I couldn't quite accept the reality. I had always taken care of Prim, ever since our father died. A tear escaped my eye, but I wiped it away, I turned around to face my mother. She was crying. No more tears, I told myself. She needs me to keep her together, I can't let her break again.
The same night I laid in bed and thought about how just yesterday Prim was in this same bed, right beside me. I told her it wasn't going to be her, at the time I thought it wasn't nearly possible. Apparently, it was completely possible, I wish it couldn't have been. I got out of bed and slipped out of the front door to the house. I crossed my arms in front of me and drug my feet as I made my way to the forest, it wasn't the best place to be at night, but I didn't care, Prim was gone and I was almost positive she wouldn't be coming back. I picked up a rock the size of my fist and threw it as far into the trees as I could. It was too dark to see where it went. I slid down to the grass and I slouched over my knees, hands covering my face. I cried more, harder, than I ever have. I could have stopped this.