"The tears of Primrose Everdeen". A Hunger Games fanfic by me.

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Spoiler Warning: This is a note to whoever hasn't read the Hunger Games trilogy that there are spoilers in my fanfic. If you don't want to know certain events, then don't read further on. But if you don't mind then read on and enjoy:D!

Chapter 1: District 13.​

I was sitting here in my apartment dwellings in District 13. I couldn't see Katniss anywhere. I would've known if she was here, because Buttercup would be hissing his head off at her, while trying to get her attention at the same time. My image reflected back at me from the mirror across the room. Was I the same girl that was so scared when I got chose for the reaping, and Katniss took my place?

I don't think I am, because I feel a lot stronger and braver now than I was then. I should've just got up there, and accepted fate, and then none of us would be in this mess, and wouldn't have to be hiding in the dwellings of a district we thought was long gone from all of us. I could've entered the arena, and went to battle those other tributes and try to kill them all I could, or die trying. "What else has the Capitol lied to us about?" Probably a lot since they are never truthful to us, and completely evil.
 
I was wondering what Katniss was doing? And why was she keeping me waiting for so long? I miss my big sister, and I feel like our time together is being robbed, because of the Capitol. I just wish I had a normal life, and get to do things together with my sis.

I hear footsteps in the hallway outside of our door. I am hoping it is Katniss returning at last. But it's just mom. I love my mother dearly, but she wasn't always there for me when I was younger. Katniss always was. This is the first time I ever felt disappointed that my mother was the one to come back at that moment. Was some of my sister's rebellion rubbing off on me. I tried not to show it. I want to keep things peaceful with my mother, because she is one of several people who made it out alive from our former district.

I was still having a hard time comprehending that District 12 was actually gone. Tears started to well up in my eyes. What is the meaning of life, if some of the stuff we love in life is gone? I am grateful to be alive, and have my mom and sister here almost always by my side. I know that Katniss is spending a lot of time with Gale, and it makes me wonder if they will end together or not? I loved seeing the affection that she showed Peeta during both of The Hunger Games. But did she really do it for love, or to try and save District 12 from the Capitol?

I know what I know in my heart. I hear a rumbling coming from somewhere above. I wonder what it is. There are a lot of loud voices. I'm scared this time. My mom looks like she is slipping away again. I tell her that she can't leave me again. I run to here, and try to keep her in the present and now.

"Mother stay here!, I screamed."

"Just because it's a loud banging noise doesn't mean we're in trouble."

She comes to again, and says that I am right. The massive sounds of machinery come closer again. They are ships of some kind, and I see Haymitch inside one of them.

"You guys are wanted, he said."

"There are mass casualties in the Capitol. Katniss is alright, but others aren't going to survive. Prim. This is your time to help on the frontline's. We're going to be leaving soon."

I could tell there was panic in Haymitch's voice. What was going on in the Capitol? It sounded worse than what I saw in my eyes on the television every day and night. Were we really winning the fight? Was everything that my sister saying a lie? I know she had to say these things to keep hope alive. I just hope they are true, and that we are doing all we can, and that we will survive. I'm too young. I didn't even get to live my life. I don't want to die!
 
Yeah it is. It's just what was coming out of me, and the way my story was going. I wish things ended up better for Prim.:( I will be writing more when I have time.
 
I stepped aboard the aircraft, and buckled myself in. My mom sat down by my side. She was having a nervous look on her face. I really hope that this isn't a time when she fades away again. The engine was roaring to life, and the craft started to rumble as we started taking off. I just wish this whole ordeal was over with, and that peace could be restored all across Panem. It would be great not to be dictated by the Capitol.

I am really glad that Katniss is keeping the rebellion-thing going. I just don't trust the president of District 13. They seemed only bent on covering themselves, and not helping any of the other districts out. Haymitch's voice starts ringing loud and clear over the intercom. Now we don't want any panic or hasty actions happening when you see what the Capitol is like. It's a part of war, and the sooner this is over with the better. I had a feeling he was talking to my mom, more than he was talking to me.

I could see Haymitch's medium lenght blond hair swaying back and forth as the craft was going on towards the Capitol. Haymitch turned and again he spoke.

"Are you alright, sweetheart?" He was asking me.

I remembered that's what he would call Katniss during the first ever Hunger Games she participated in a couple years ago.

"I'm fine. I'm just ready to do whatever I can for the people in the Capitol and from all the other districts, and to serve the true meaning of peaceful Panem."

"That 'a' girl, he said back."

I glanced out the window, and saw a billowing cloud of smoke. It looked like bombs we're going off all over the place. I was gripping tight to my mother's arm. Not out of fear for myself, but what her reaction would be to this scene, and if she would just shut down again. I looked back towards the front, and I saw that Haymitch had a fearful look on his face too. Standing in the mist of all the bombs going off was Gale. It looked like he was the one who was causing all of this.

I couldn't believe it was Gale of all people. It looked like several people were dead. Innocent bystanders by the look of it. The craft was lowering and the rumbling of the engine grew louder again. The door opened and I immediately jumped out. I was there to help out as many people as possible. Capitol or not. No one should be left to die. I started walking over to a few people who were asking me for help. Yes I am going to help you. You just have to be calm.

I walked over to more people, and saw that some we're around my age or younger. Kids who didn't even get to fully live out their childhood. I was sad and grief struck deeply at my heart. More bombs we're going off around us. All I could see was a cloud of smoke and high pitched screams coming from all over. I saw parachutes dropping from the sky. Was this more stuff to help us heal these people from suffering? The sky was darkening even more, as more bombs were going off. It looked like a storm was rolling around and about to strike. This was not nature made, but created by man.

I saw one of the parachutes land about twenty feet away. Instead of helpful herbs coming out of it, a bright flash did. I understood now that those were bombs. I was putting patches on several of the people on the ground. Trying to control the gushing overflow of blood. None of seemed to be working. More clouds of smoke were billowing all over the sky. I looked up and saw a parachute coming towards the ground nearby.

I heard a blast and my body flew up into the air. As I was being flung high into the sky, my soul leaped from my body as I landed back on the ground. I was bruised, broken and deathly still. A tear was leaking out of my eye. I tried to cry, but now that I was just a soul no tears were able to fall. I heard Katniss calling me from far away. The tears that I was trying to let fall were shown all over her face. She was holding my body. Grief was strewn all over her face. She was screaming to Gale.

"Keep my mother back. She can't see this. Oh, God, Prim. I tried to protect you. I couldn't do enough to save you from death."

I flew down towards my sister, and reached out a comforting hand to her, but she didn't feel it. I felt hands gripping at my spirit and trying to take me away. I wanted to remain here with Katniss for all eternity. I glanced upwards, and saw my father above me. He was welcoming me to the other side. That was when I really knew that I had died.
 
Thank you! I'm glad you like it. I'm not really done with it. I have more to add to it.

The bright shining golden gates opened up for me. I was a little aprehensive about entering, but my died was beckoning me to come closer. I walked a step further and nothing bad happened. So I continued to walk a little bit further and I was right between the right and left hand side of the gate. Again nothing happened. So this time I walked through the gates fully. My dad gave me a warm embrace, and said "Welcome home, my lovely daughter."

I stayed in his arms, and tears started to form in my eyes. I wish I would've survived, but it was something of a gift to see my father again, and that he was the first one to welcome me when I died. I saw him sit down in a chair like cloud. I saw one appear by his side, and sat right next to him.

"So this what happens when we die?"

"Yes it does, dear one. I wish you didn't have to die yet, Prim. There was so much of life that you didn't get to experience."

"I'm a little upset about that, too. But I died protecting the one's I love, and all of Panem included. That is what I wanted to do with my life. Maybe that was my mission to show love in the world, and to help eachother out always. Not to have wars or send our youth to death."
 
"I think that you're right, dear one, he spoke again."

My face came to be nothing but a tumble of tears. They weren't like the tears we have on earth, because once I started to cry I saw drops of rain falling on the earth's surface.

Katniss was waking again, and the mourning of her sister was still in the air. It seemed like the heavens were mourning with her, because it was raining the day after Prim died. I rolled over and saw my mom in the chair rocking back and forth. I guess someone told her the news.

"How long was I out?, I asked."

There was no response. My mom had become frozen just like when my father died. What can I do to help her survive. I guess I can give her some of what Peeta and I have got. Just as I was thinking of Peeta he came around the bend, and peaked his head.

"Hi, Katniss."

"Hi, Peeta dear. What can we do for my mother? She seems to be still again. Just like when my father died."

"I know. We don't know what to do yet. Or if she will ever recover."

"Did they have the funeral yet?"

"No. They were waiting for you to come around, so you could say goodbye and attend."
 
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