What if Prim went to the Hunger games…..?

Disclaimer: Hunger games is not mine.

Prologue

I was in pain. I knew this will happen why am I surprised? Lying on the cool grass my breaths where becoming slower. The noise had died away. I couldn't help but cry. I must of look ridiculous, but that didn't matter. I no longer cared of looking strong and tough. It was all over I was so close. My thoughts flew away to my family. My mother and my sister, Katniss must have been crying.

I've broken a promise. I knew I would break that promise to try to win. A twelve- year old never wins the Hunger Games.

"I'm sorry," I said to Katniss and my Mother hoping they would hear me.

They say when you die you see your whole life flash back. It was a lie only a moment was flashing by. The flash was how I ended up in this situation.

The beginning

"Primrose Everdeen," Effie Trinket said. I stood up from my seat.

"Prim, NO I VOLUNTEER," Katniss shouted, "I volunteer as a tribute." I couldn't stop her. Later, I was in my seat watching TV. Katniss was in the Hunger Games. I felt guilty she was there because of me. She was walking without a weapon, and wearing a dress. Then, someone threw an arrow at her. She fell to the ground.

"Katniss!" I shouted. I found myself in my bed it was all a dream. Katniss quickly ran to my side.

"Prim, shush, it was all a dream," Katniss told me trying to calm me down.

"I had a dream. They called my name. Y-you volunteered," I started noticing I was crying.

"Prim, that will never happen. Your name is only there once. They will never call you," She told me. Her voice was soothing. I was beginning to relax. I still had a little doubt.

"Katniss, I won't go back to sleep if you don't make me a promise," I said. She moves my hair behind my ear.

"Okay, what is it?" She asked me.

"Promise me: if I get called you won't volunteer," I told her not even looking at her in the eye.

"Prim, I-I'm not going to promise anything," Katniss said looking a bit nervous.

"Please, Katniss, I know I won't get called, but… I just want to be in peace," I was begging her.

"Um… fine, I promise I won't," She told me. I was now in peace. I closed my eyes and went back to lying in my bed. I began to sing. Katniss closed her eyes and began to sing with me. I fell asleep again.

Later on, Katniss had gone hunting with Gale. My Mother had laid me a white shirt, and a brown skirt. Katniss and Mother never had a good relationship. Katniss still hasn't forgiven her for the thing she did in the past. I have to admit I did forgive her. I believe in not holding the grudge, but sadly there was a little bit of a grudge. It's a secret I only kept to myself.

Buttercup began to crawl out inside under my bed.

"Hey, Buttercup," I told her. I pulled her out of my bed. I began to scratch her under her ears. I sang to her. I saw Katniss coming from hunting. I knew the Hunger Games was beginning.

"Hey little ducky," Katniss said to me seeing my shirt was sticking out. I gave her a smile. We walked to the Reaping. I was more nervous. My palms where beginning to get sweaty. I saw the peacekeepers taking out people's blood.

"No," I said in fear. The Reaping had become scarier.

"Calm down, Prim, it's okay. There just going to take out a bit of your blood," Katniss told me. I took a deep breath, "it doesn't even hurt." I waited in line. It was my turn. The Reaping everything went by so quick. I found myself in a seat.

"Welcome, welcome, the time has come to select one courageous young man, and woman: for the honor of representing District 12 in the seventy- fourth annual Hunger Games," She was dressed in very weird clothing.

"Ladies first," She walked to a bowl. She put her hand and took out the first piece of paper. I was more nervous, "Primrose Everdeen."

I was shocked. My whole body was tense I couldn't move.

"Come, don't be shy," She said. I tried my best to look brave. I hold back tears and quickly walk up to the stage. I look at Katniss. Please keep your promise!

"Prim, NO!" It was like the dream. I turn around to stop her.

"Katniss, no I need to do this," I command her.

"Prim," She was quiet as tears where streaming down her cheek.

"Katniss, if you volunteer for me. I will never forgive myself," I said in a tone I never recognize.

"I'm sorry," I apologize to Katniss. I walk up to the stage. Katniss went back to sit down. I walk up next to Effie. Just because I'm twelve I won't act afraid; though in the inside I was trembling in fear.

"I bet my hat that was your sister. Don't want your sister to steal the show, huh?" Effie told me. I ignore her. Three fingers where sent to me by the whole crowd.

"Now, gentlemen," She said going to the other jar. I tune out in a world far away: a better place.

"Peeta Melark," She said out loud. Peeta stepped on top of the stage. We shook hands. I ignore what Effie said. My eyes met at my family.

I was pulled away to a fancy room. I knew it was to say farewell. It will be the final one. No twelve-year olds had lived through the Hunger Games. I had no special skills that could help me. Well, only gathering.

Then, my thoughts where interrupted.

"Prim, why did you have to do that," Katniss said to me. She ran and gave me a hug. Mother was shying away in the corner. She didn't want anyone to see her cry or- I really don't know. Mother got near to give me a hug.

"Don't cry right now," I told them. I didn't want to cry. If I saw them, then I would break down into tears.

"Be brave," Mother told me.

"I will," I respond

"Prim, you're going to win. You're good at gathering, and you could survive. Try to get the arrows I know you're not good in using them. Promise me that you will win," Katniss told me. She and I knew that I was going to lose. I knew this promise will be broken.

"I promise," I said. She put a mockingjay in my hand.

"For good luck," Katniss said.

"Promise me, both of you will be all right, while I'm gone," I look at my Mother especially.

"We promise," They both said.

"Time is up," Peacekeeper said. My family where forced to leave.

"See you soon," Mother said. It brought me so much hope. I was now alone. Tears began to come out of my eyes. I began to hug a nearby pillow.

Twelve- year olds never win in the Hunger Games.

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