Sorry I haven't updated in a while. I sort of wanted to wait a while before I continued a story about the Hunger Games after that horrifying, tragic shooting in Conneticut. It's awful what happened </3
The sun burns brightly, glaring into my eyes making it difficult to see. In the light of the day, my skin burns and my mucles ache. I've been walking so much lately and the pain from lossing Prim has subsided as the agony from my back hits again and again. Why did Prim have to make me promise to not kill myself? Surely she must have known how painful it must be to leave the earth this way, alone, greiving, and in complete utter agony. Did she think that what Cato said was right? That I wouldn't last long without her?
Birds chirp, flying around the river and zooming through crevaces in the rocks. When I stop for a break and lunch I can't help but examine the tiny show the birds put on. Their wings curve out and swoop around as they take flight into the humid air. Mostly they are mockingjays but there are a few other birds, like crows, robins, chickadee's, and ravens, at least that's what I believe I have seen so far. The majestic birds are so mistifying that they can briefly take my mind off of these Games. At night I still hear Prim laughing with me. She hardly ever did laugh. I could tell that she was frightened, and of course she was. I am too.
Eventually, as the day wears on, I collapse into the river and let the water wash up and over my face. Trying my hardest, I will myself to get up, for her, but I can't. I bite my lip. It's all I can do to not holler out from pain. Clutching the sand at the bottom of the shallow water, I speak softly, hoping for the camera's to be aimed towards my young fresh face. "I'll be okay," I state towards my family back in District Eleven. "I'm coming home." The effort it takes to talk is no longer worth it. I allow my head to slip under the water and I inhale deeply, taking in a large amount of water. There's a burning sensation in my lungs which preoccupies myself from the stabbing feeling on my fragile back. Even though I am submerged in beautiful crystal-clear water, I know there are tears streaming from my eyes, merging with the river and becoming one. What a beautiful, peaceful way to die.
Bubbles burst from my mouth as I let out a shushed, mangled cry. My vision turns blotchy and the burning in my lungs turns from a fire to hell and I know for sure, I'll never get to see my home again. My youngest siblings may some day forget who I was. I will not be remembered in Panem. I will just be another face. Another dead girl, too young to die. Another girl too young for such a cruel game. Another soul, lost in the Games.
So yeah, she died.... And that was the end of the story! I hope you liked it and I plan on writing another story soon but it probably will not be a HG fanfic. Just a story. Thank you for reading :)
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The Hunger Games - Primrose Everdeen
FanfictionIt’s as if Primrose Everdeen is just a word, being carelessly tossed through the air to be played with, but nowhere close to be cared about. Absolutely meaningless to those who know the definition of the word. But it is not a word. It is a name. My...
