Hey everyone! I am so in love with the Hunger Games Trilogy, i decided to continue on with the story. I DO NOT OWN THIS IDEA. Suzanne Collins owns this idea. ALL RIGHTS GO TO SUZANNE COLLINS. Im just continuing on to what she had written. I hope you like the fourth book!
CAUTION: If you have not read the last hunger games book, do not continue on. MANY SPOILERS. I dont want to ruin it for all of you!
I pick a white blooming primrose out of the ground from the woods. I hold it tightly across my chest, letting the sweet scent of the rose fill my nostrils. I slowly crouch down, next to the grave of my sister, Prim. I lay the primrose in the center of her grave. I take my two fingers and press them against my lips. I gently close my eyes, remembering Prim, nursing the sick and injured back in District 13. She was so dedicated to her work. Prim was always eager to help a patient, or be an assistant to my mother. She cared for everyone, even if she didn’t like them. Honestly, me and Prim are defiantly two different people.
I take the two fingers off my lips and hold them above me, towards the sky.
“I love you” I whisper. I opened my eyes and continuously stared at the grave. Multiple colored primroses surrounded it.
I melt to my knees in sorrow. Its not fair. I should have been the who died, not her. I stood right there, useless, as I watched her burn to death. The flames sucked her into a place unknown. It was so quick, she didn’t even get to say her last words to me. I could of swore she was going to say my name, but she just looked at me. Her helpless clear blue eyes locked on mine. And then - gone. Just like that. My little sister is dead. And I did nothing to save her.
I plop down onto the grass and continue to stare at the grave. Everyday I come here to talk to Prim. Tell her about my day, and how I’m feeling. As if she was here. Right by my side as usual.
“I wish you were here” I whisper. I look down at the grass and begin to play with the lace on my boot. “You know” I begin. “Peeta baked a cake this morning. He made it specially for you”.
I twist the laces on my boot around my fingers, making it look like I have web toes. This makes me think of Finnick. He came from District 4. District 4 specialized in fishing. The ocean was his best place. He swam like a shark. Fast and furious. But then again, he’s gone. Dead. To help me finish my task to kill Snow. He risked his life, just to help the rebels win. Now his son would never get to see his father. Only in pictures would he be able to see Finnick. A dad, a husband, a victor and a great friend.
Even though everyone’s death was so long ago, it hits me in the face like it did then I witnessed it. Now that I think of it, I saw all of them die. Right in front of me. The thought makes me feel sick.
I felt it. The hot tears building up in my eyes. I have to get away. I get up from the floor and wipe the burning tears off my cheeks. “Happy Birthday” I mumble. But before I can even finish my sentence, I'm already gone. I walk to Victors Village in silence. I passed by the lake my father used to take me to when I was small. Prim’s grave was located there, right at the edge of the lake. A memory of my father and sister in the same place is just to much for me to handle. I always wanted to show Prim the lake, but she was always so afraid of what lies in the woods.
I walked down the streets of The Seam. Still some remains of the bombing 8 years ago lie on the ground. Most people rebuilt there homes and shops, with the help of the Capitol. President Paylor is making sure District 12 is cleaned up and completely rebuilt into a healthy town. Where know one has to starve to death or run out of business. She’s making sure know one is homeless and left on the streets to die.
I reach Victors Village in a matter of time. In front of my house - wait no. In front of mine and Peeta’s house are the kids. Our kids. They dance together on the lawn, twirling and jumping around. Peeta is sitting on the porch, clapping for there performance. Peeta glances my way. He sort of had a double take on me. I gave him a weak smile. He got off the porch and jogged up to me. The kids follow eagerly to say hi to there mom. Both of the kids topple on top of me, squeezing me to a near death.