The Spark of a Revolution {Book 2 in the Daughter Trilogy} Watty Awards 2015

Chapter 10

  The hospital light beats down on my face blurring my vision.

  "Prim?" A familiar voice rings in my ears.

  "Why do I always wake up with you at my bedside." I laugh.

  "Maybe it is because I am adorable." Charley plays with something in his hands.

  I snort.

  "So, what happened this time? Werewolf attack?" I ask trying hard to laugh but wince, as a sharp pain is sent from my head to my back. Charley notices and calls the nurse.

  "Is Prim, Prim?" I ask, he looks confused for a second, but is interrupted by a slight cough.

  "Yes." The voice replies, it is sweet and gentle, "But it isn't a matter of who I am, it is who are you, that is what I am more concerned about."

  "Prim, meet your Aunt, also the reason you aren't beaten to pieces right now." Charley smiles.

  "Hi I am Primrose Mellark." I reply now taking in the lady who just answered my question. She has the same golden blonde hair as me, except hers is slightly streaked with gray. Her body is thin, and she still wears the same rags we saved her in.

  "Nice name." She replies smiling.

  "My real name is Madge Rose Mellark, but I go by Prim now. You are free to call me whatever you like."

   "Don't act all proper, Primrose Mellark or Madge Rose Mellark, it isn't worth the energy. I suppose you know who I am?" She speaks differently then I expected the little girl I'd seen on T.V. to speak. I nod, a little shocked.

  A memory of "Death" enters my brain, and I shutter, forcing it away.

  "Have you been reaquainted with my mother yet?" I ask, my voice comes out uneven, but I ignore it, and try to drag my attention back to the woman in front of me.

  "Um, no." She looks at her hands, and I find they are scratched and bruised, "Katniss, she... the Doctors don't think I shouldn't see her like this. They think I should let my body heal, so I don't look like I just got out of The Hunger Games." She tries to joke, and I can tell she doesn't know my story.

  "That would definitely scare her off." I smile as the nurse enters the room.

  Charley kisses my forehead, and leaves with my Aunt, letting the nurse tend to my wounds. I close my eyes, in an attempt to rest, but I can't get Prim out of my mind. I know I didn't just dream of her when I was dead, there was something more, something there.

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  I smile at my little brother, his eyes wide with excitement. My face reflects off the glass window seperating me from my brother, a tear brushes my cheek.

  "Hey Dare!" My voice comes out shaky.

  "Rosie!" He goes to stand up but the IV in his arm stops him.

  "It's alright sweetie. You need your rest." I reply, looking down at my hands, "How are you feeling?"

  "Icky!" He remarks, with a first class gag.

  I laugh for a minute.

  "I'm sorry I had to go away for awhile. I was feeling icky to!" I motion to the bandage secured around my head.

  "It's okay." He smiles, "Did you fall off the monkey bars again?"

  "No-- I mean, yeah. I'm a klutz, huh?" I correct myself and press my hand against the cool glass.