Daughter (Hunger Games Fan-Fic) {Watty Awards 2015} (COMPLETED)

Chapter 21

  Beginning of Part III

  Death is peaceful. If this is death.

  You can go anywhere you want, with whoever you want.

  I visited Molly one day, another day I visited grandma, or was it day?

  I don't know.

  "Primrose is it?" I hear a voice ask from behind me.

  "Yes? But whoever you are, you can call me Ro-" I turn and I don't believe my eyes.

  "Hi I am Prim. I guess I am your Aunt."

  My eyes stay wide. 

  "You alright?"

  "Am I alright?" I ponder for a moment, "I am... I am alright, I suppose."

  "The peace can go to your head." She giggles.

  "You think? I have been talking in questions all day? I mean, I have been talking in questions all day." I keep phrasing things in question form.

  "You will get used to it." She smiles, "That is if you stay."

  "Stay?"

  "How is Katniss? I can't remember how long ago it was that I saw her."

  "It has been almost twenty years."

  "You mean I am thirty?"

  "Well Mom was seventeen when you died, and she is thirty-six now, and she was four years older than you, so you are thirty- two." The numbers literally float out of my hands.

  "I'm old!" She laughs.

  "Do you remember anything about your death?" I ask, curious.

  "I don't know. I know I did. How did I die?"

  "You-" I stop, "I don't remember?"

  "How did you die?"

  "I am dead?"

  "That is for you to decide and me to know."

  We talk for hours, if it is hours. How is time measured here? Genyss joins in and when it is time for her to go, we smile and hug.

  "Oh, before I go." She smiles, "Did your mom end up with Peeta or Gale?"

  "Peeta." I say.

  "It was meant to be that way."

  "She says I look like you." I say looking down.

  "You do." She smiles again and disappears.

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  "Rosie?" I turn to look who says my name.

  I am running towards me.

  "Stop! Can't you see me?" I shout!

  The figure runs through me, sending tingles up and down my spine.

  She stops few feet from me.

  The razor drives through her chest and in an instant I feel the pain in my chest. Suddenly I am her.

  "Rosie!" Max screams.

  I bang my head hard on a rock, causing my head to throb.

  His lips move but I can't tell what he is saying. My lips move too, but in a different way than usual, I can't control them.

  We laugh.

  He scoops me up and climbs a ladder. I can feel myself being laid down on a bed of sorts, and I feel a hand touch mine.

  Then my ears work enough to hear voices, but I can't make out what they are saying.

  I move on the bed, images blurring all around me. The voices are loud in my brain and I close my eyes, scared.

  That is what I am scared. I am tired of being brave.

  "I love you." Those three words spin around me, until I can't breath.

  "I am tired of being brave." I say in my head., "I am tired of being brave!"

  "Ima tiradddd ffff beenn bravaaa!" The voices mimic the motion of my voice but it comes out wrong.

  Lights flash on and off, till I am dizzy.

  "I AM TIRED OF BEING BRAVE!" I shout these words at the top of my lungs. The world goes silent. A pale white moon shining down on me.

  I can't make out why, but I am terrified.

  As if out of instinct I curl into a ball, the voices whispering now. Whit ghostly figures haunt the woods around me stalking me, no matter where I go, I can feel them watching me, reaching out trying to touch me.

  A figure walks towards me, it's white hand grabbing my neck. I grab at the hand, but it just keeps squeezing tighter and tighter.

  Almost all the breath is squeezed out of my lungs, by the time I fall limp to the ground.

  I gasp at the air, trying to stay calm.

  The figures run into the forest.

  "Clear!" I hear one of them shout, as a lightning bolt hits my body and I go black.