Hello, so just to let you know, I created a page on facebook called deep in the meadow, under the willow - The Hunger Games. So please like, if you have a facebook of course.
An owl hotting near by forces me awake. It's still very dark out, but by the position of the moom there must only be a few hours left of night. Even now, the Careers fire burns fiercly, cutting through the blackness of the night, and one sits guard against a tree. Rue and I must get moving. Once the sun rises we will be so easily spottable, we'll be like fish in a barrel or sitting birds.
I chug my water thirstily, and eat two crackers, saving the rest for later. Finally, I climb back down to Rue and swweetly shake her awake. "Hi, Prim." Rue says tiredly. There is still pain in her voice, I feel terrible for her.
"We need to get going. The Careers are still over there and by morning we won't be very hard to catch or..." I want to say kill, just let the words fly out, but I can't. I've thought about so much, how the Games will go, and how Katniss will react to my death, but never have I actually realized that in a few days all of my life will be just... gone.
Rue just nods and slings her legs over the branch and sits up, depending on leaning against the tree. She stumbles down clumselly and I follow after her, just more quietly. My feet hit the hard packed earth and I immideatly look towards Rue. Obviously, the climb has taken a lot of energy out of her and it must be very difficult for her to move. Yet, we must get a move on. Death may not take us today.
For only about five minutes we are able to walk until Rue collapses. "I can't. Just leave me."
"No, I can't just let you die!" With that being said, I hoist her onto my back. I guess that even though I too am small, I'm lucky that she is tiny too. After two minutes I begin to grow tired, but I know we have not made the progress that we need for survival. "Look, if we can just get ourselves high enough into a tree than we should be able to make it 'till dawn."
Rue just nods, grief strucken and pained. I help her get a grip on the tree and she begins to climb. Once she is all set, I work my way up to her. "Just relax. Once the sun is up I will retreat your wounds." I tell her, exhaustion flooding my voice. Truely, I just want to rest forever. Not die, but rest. I know I can't, and the only way to do that is die, but it sounds so nice. At least for now I can just just to relax until morning, then it is back to the horror that is reality.
Soooooo short. But it's ten oclock and I'm tired, also I haven't updated in forever so I just needed to upload something.
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The Hunger Games - Primrose Everdeen
FanfictionIt’s as if Primrose Everdeen is just a word, being carelessly tossed through the air to be played with, but nowhere close to be cared about. Absolutely meaningless to those who know the definition of the word. But it is not a word. It is a name. My...
