Prim's Hunger Games

Survior

Gripping the ladder to the Hovercraft I think about what just happened. Two victors not just one have won the Hunger Games... I know deep down our decision will cost us so much... When I reach the top I'm scared of what they'll do to me, they only need one victor anyway... I slowly black out.

When I wake up I'm laying on a white table, I sit up and glance at my arm, it's perfectly fine, no broken bone or anything. The same goes for my leg, completely and utterly perfect. I glance around the room, medical instruments are everywhere. Normally I'd be excited to inspect the tools and instruments of all kinds... Cinna enters the room and you can tell he's forcing down a grin because I survived, "Primrose.", he might of said more, I don't care anymore. Who knows how much time passed when I sit in front of Caesar again. I wear a plain sliver gown to show that I showed my potential but, I don't feel that way, I showed nothing. He rambles and I sit next to Rory, I never would of survived tonight's questions without him, he answered while I stared into nothing. How he kept his sanity, I have no idea.

I snap out of my gaze when our montage flashes on screen. My reaping... The pure thirteen year old walking up on stage, I'm not fourteen now, I'm a murder and they don't deserve an age. Rory's reaping... The massacre, I shut my eyes and don't open them until the interview is over, I can't watch Rue or Faylnn die twice... "Prim...", Rory guides me to the train where I sit and stare until it pulls into the station. I see Katniss hopeful in the crowed staring at me, "You Survived!", she sighed. She hugs me and Mom stares at me smiling. The mayor hands over a key to a Victor's house and my family are just too relieved to care. I slowly walk up to my new home. I may have survived but

I'm no longer living.

Fin.