The Hunger Games (Fan Fiction) Book Two

Chapter Twenty-One

It's been a month.

Snow has been buried in a garden that is covered in roses, they all have the same scent that Snow had, the eerie, almost poison-like scent. Almost all of Panem came to watch him be buried, and at first I didn't understand why, but my mother told me that even though he's put people through such pain, no one is going to forget him, and that's why everyone wants to come watch. It's not like anyone cried, though. It was just silent. Peaceful.

The Hunger Games have ended. Forever. After Snow's burial, it was announced that The Hunger Games would no longer exist. They would teach about them in schools, but everything about them--the arenas, the buildings--have been destroyed.

Gale still hasn't come home. I ask Mother why he isn't back, and she just tells me that he's still gaining his memory. Questions fill my mind, and I'm heartbroken when they're finally answered.

"Hey, Prim," Mother says to me one day while I'm gardening. I've almost completed a full garden, and was getting pretty excited about it. She kneels down next to me, and smooths the top of my hair, causing me to stop gardening.

"You must be happy," She starts, another forced smile on her face. "about everything being over. No more Snow. No more games." I look up at her and twitch the corners of my mouth.

"You'd think I'd be happy. I should be. But, all I am is tired. I'm tired of everything." I whisper. She sighs and wraps an arm around me.

"Gale isn't coming home." She blurts out. I remove her arm from me and stand quickly. "Why?" I ask. She stands slowly, and I have to help her up.

"Isn't his memory back?" I ask. She nods. "It's back, but he's going to stay in the Capitol." She says. I shake my head and begin pacing.

"No, they can't do that him. He needs to come home. They can't keep him there forever, he doesn't deserve it-"

"He chose to stay." She cuts me off. I furrow my eyebrows, asking her why with my expression. She rests a hand on my shoulder.

"His memory is back, but he wants to stay in the Capitol to help fix the damages done. And well, after that he decided he wants to stay there, so he can move on from District 12 and all that's happened to us." She explains. I feel a tear come down my cheek, and I quickly wipe it before she can. Katniss silently comes out, and I don't realize she's there until I look up and see her standing next to me.

I wrap my arms around her and cry into her stomach. She hugs me back and smooths my hair. "Sing to me," I whisper, and then remember she can't. So instead I imagine her singing. I imagine her beautiful golden voice singing me the song she always sings to me. I imagine her sitting next to me in our bed, her rocking me, and me trying to fall asleep.

Deep in the meadow, under the willow. A bed of grass, a soft green pillow.

My tears slowly go away and I let go of Katniss. I wander my eyes back to the house, and I walk inside determined. I don't look back to see if Katniss or my mother are following me, I could care less right now. I walk up to my room and sit down on my bed, a notebook and pencil in my hand.