Katniss's POV
"NO! Prim! Prim!" I screech louder and louder as the train goes further away. Each deafening scream leaving me with scars beyond repair, which will haunt me most in my nightmares. Then, I realise. There is no saving her now. There is no saving my little sister, who I've spent all my life learning to hunt for to feed and keep alive. There is no saving my little sister from the games, like there was no saving my father from the mines. This is the only time in my life where I have not been able to heal her, care for her, calm her or save her. And that is certianly NOT ok for me! Muscles tensed, I storm off shoving everyone in my way, punching anyone who even dared say a word about Prim, my mother or me. I had no idea where I was going, but I knew that I wasn't going to let anyone stop me from running. I sprinted furiously into the woods, not caring if I tripped, my hair came out or my dress ripped. I just stood back up and kept running. Suddenly, I came to a stop. Violently, I kicked off my shoes, pulled out my hair from it's beautiful braided up-do and started to hit trees, rocks anything that I found. Seconds later, my bare feet and hands are dripping in blood, covered in scars and dotted with purple bruises. And the weird thing is, I don't care. I don't care if I bleed to death, I don't care if I drown in my own pool of blood. Nothing else matters now that Prim is going to die. Nothing else matters now that another one of my own family is going to die because of the Capitol. Nothing.
As I think of Prim going further and further towards her death, the spear stabbed into my soul drives further and further in. I try to pull the spear further and further out, hoping that would somehow bring my sister further towards me. Nothing works. I decide to leave it pushing into my soul since I've got nothing to live for anymore. I silently sit there, dead inside. My blood now running down my arms and onto my now red stained dress. Hours later, Gale appears.
"Hey Catnip," he says quietly. I don't reply with anything. "What happened to your hands and feet?" I stay silent, staring at the bush in front of me, not even bothering to blink. "We've got to clean you up. Come on," Gale tries to pull me up, but I scream and fight my way free. He tries several times and on what was probably the ninth time, I growl viciously at him and push him to the ground.
"I DON'T NEED ANY HELP! NOTHING MATTERS ANYMORE!" I yell to his face and storm off to the square and fall down to land in a small corner. The spear has now been pulled out of my soul and I really am dead now. I'm a mess now. I'm not the girl who is pretty and beautiful, has many friends or even a lover or an admirer. But then I'm also not the girl who spends her time hunting in the woods with her best friend and doesn't care how dirty, messy or scruffy she gets. I'm a completely different person now. Now I'm the girl who hurts herself, doesn't care about anything or anyone in the world now, the girl who walks around with a frown on her face, the girl who is dead inside, the girl who sees the world she's living in as a world of black and white, instead of a world of colour.
I climb up onto the stage where Effie Trinket called out Prim's name. Just standing there and imagining the people at the reaping makes me rage with anger. My breathing rate increases, my muscles tighten, I lift up the microphone that's still standing there and throw it onto the ground below. "Why?" I think to myself. "Why Prim? Her name only went in once. So why her?" The odds are definitely not in my favour. I have to do something. I can't just sit here and watch my little sister die. The sound of footsteps come to my ear. Quickly, I leap off the stage and make myself scarce by hiding in a small corner. It's peacekeepers. They huddle together in a group as one of them opens a small compartment in his left sleeve and reads out thier schedule.
"Six o'clock," he reads out and my eyes widen as I realise how long I've been here grieving.
"Aboard train to Capitol with troops." This is my chance. My chance to do something than just grieve. My chance to rebel against the Capitol for taking away my sister, my Primrose. They nod to each other and exit the square towards the station. Hardly making a sound, I follow them making sure I'm not too conspicuous. After a few minutes of creeping, I find myself at the station. The train doors open and the peacekeeper troop enter in a single file line like robots. Must be all that training. Quickly, I slide in, but I must have been too loud because they all turn their heads to me. As fast as lightning, they start to push me out of the train.
"No! No!" I screech in the same voice I did when they took away Prim. I viciously push, punch and kick, desperate to get to my sister.
"No! No! Prim! Prim come back I need you! Let me go now!" Suddenly, I transform into a wild animal trashing and growling, doing anything to get to my young. The train driver appears and I can instantly tell that he is a Capitol citizen because of his accent.
"What is going on? Who are you? Get off!" he bellows as he throws me off the train onto the ground, serverely brusing my elbows and knees. "Now stop hurting us!" the train doors close and it speeds off to the Capitol. Then I think to myself, "But you hurt me,"
