The Hunger Games: What If Katniss Never Existed?

Chapter 31

A/N
Hello readers I am so sorry for taking forever to update, I am going to a four week theater camp and it's been keeping me really busy. I have also been terracing the Hunger Games and I realized I made several mistakes. Due to this the ending I had in mind will change but not too much. Thanks for reading!!!

Prim POV
After a very fitfull nights sleep I woke up the net morning with a pounding headache. Uh! I keeled over and onto the ground, my hands grasping me forehead as though the simple motion would chase the pain away. I stayed in this position for fifteen minutes before the pounding subsided, even the thought of moving made me wince. As I finally stood up I cringed at the cramps in my legs. Heading to the bath room I was splashed awake by cold water as I threw it onto my face. After a quick shower I got dressed in a silky light blue shirt and a pair of jeans. For about twenty minutes I jut wandered around the room before three sharp raps and the annoying voice of Effie came from outside my door. "Prim dear, it is breakfast time!" I smiled and ran for the door, my stomach grumbling as I did so. Even the mention of food has brought to life the gnawing inside of me, a hunger that has been awoken by the heavenly food in hell.

After a delicious breakfast of pancakes served with whipped cream, strawberries, and a side of awkward silence I decided to try to break the tension. "Soooooo Haymitch. What do we do in the arena? He laughed in a drunken tone. "Don't die." His face twisted into a smirk, the alcohol having clouded his thoughts an actions in a desperate attempt to erase the memories of his times in the Games. I know better. I know that drowning my sorrows in spirits will only amplify the torture, it will bring the pain back to life and make me relive it over and over agin in your dreams. Cruel word after cruel word flitted through my head and it took all of my strength to hold it in. Peeta was furious as he responded, " we will die in there without your help." As he stood up to punch our mentor Haymitch threw his fist out as quick as lightning and Peeta stumbled away clutching his cheek. I bolted behind Haymitch and he once again found himself with his face on the ground and his arm at an irregular angle behind his back. His evil smirk disappeared and he sobered up, "Very good sweetheart. Now we know you can live past day one sweetheart." Peeta scooped up a handful of ice and held it his eye before Haymitch slapped it out of his hands. "Don't ice it, people will think that you got in a fight with another tribute. It will make you look tough." Peeta frowned. "I'm not allowed to get into fights." Haymitch just laughed. "Tush me kid, it happens. And anyways, it's only forbidden when someone sees it. Right now we need sponsors." My stomach clenched. Peeta wants me dead. I can understand it, we all want to survive the games, but wouldn't he want someone from another district to kill me? Effie stood up and clapped her hands. Frowning, I turned to her as she announced that it was time to meet our stylists. She led Peeta and I out the door and down some hallways until we reached a room that read "Cinna" on it. She opened the door an gave me a light push. I gulped as she left with Peeta close behind in search of his stylist.