The Hunger Games- Prim's Story

Epilogue

I'm led to my new house, it's huge and beautiful. I get my own room with a huge bed. Not as good as the Capitol beds, but it'll do. I haven't spoken to my Katniss and she hasn't spoken to me either. My mother is showing a lot more affection to me, but I don't care for it. She didn't even wish me goodbye when I left. As we walk to my new house, Katniss sneaks me looks out of the corner of her eyes. She thinks that I can't see her, but I can. She doesn't know how sharp my senses have become after the Games. 

I'm putting the few possessions I owned before the Games in my bedroom when Katniss knocks on the door. I look at her and she looks back at me. She sits on the bed and pats the spot next to her. I laugh genuinely for the first time in a while. "I don't need an invitation to sit on my own bed."

Her face goes red and when I sit down on the bed she wraps her arms around me. I hate to admit it, but it feels nice to be enveloped in a hug again. When we break away, she looks at me with those sorrowful eyes. I glare at her. "I did what I had to do. What I had to do to survive."

She shakes her head and says, "He had a plan, you know he did. You didn't have to kill him."

I stand up and cross my arms. "You wouldn't know that. You don't know anything about those Games."

This comment makes her falter, but she says, "Of course I don't know what it's like in there. But he had a plan. He told me. He told me his whole plan, to save you. That's all he wanted to do."

I laugh out loud. "Then he would have been happy to die for me. You're lying anyway. He wouldn't have known  about the nightlock."

She narrows her eyes. "Don't be an idiot Primrose. They always put something in there, you know that."

She's finally pushed it. "Well, who did you want to come back? Me or your stupid little boyfriend?" I yell. 

She gets up and starts yelling too. "I wanted both!"

"Well, you can't have both!" 

"Then I wanted the old Prim. Not this monster!" She spits out, then stalks out of my room. My mother makes her come out of her bedroom for supper, but she avoids everyone's eyes. 

The next few days she is quiet. At times I peek into her bedroom. She just lays on her bed and stares at the ceiling. Sometimes I overhear her whispering to that stupid ring he got her. Sometimes she presses light kisses on it. A few days after our fight, I'm walking past her room, with the door slightly open. I peek in and see her curled up on her bed, whispering to the stupid ring. "He can't hear you," I say curtly, and walk into my bedroom. That night, her cries carry through the thin walls of our house. 

Eventually, though, we all move on. My mother's able to buy an apothecary shop and hire new healers to train. I focus on the money coming in and the pills, courtesy of the new healers looking to make some more money. Even Katniss moves on, though it takes a while. But her cuts were on the arms and legs, not the torso.

So I guess we become an odd sort of family. Haymitch drinks. I take my pills. And my mother holds on to the notion of having a real family again. 

The End.