The Pain was terrible. Cato put his spear in my stomach and walked away while I sat on the ground dying.
I screamed so hard and heard Peeta yelling my name. He ran up to me and I have never seen the boy's eyes so big.
"Oh no, Prim" he cried. I lifted my hand and held his. "Peeta, I don't care about dying any more. If I want some one to live, it's you. I do have one request though, help comfort my family, especially my sister."
Peeta was trying so hard not to cry. "I will, I promise" he whispered. "And Peeta, I hope things work out with you and Katniss. I want her to be able to date some one as amazing as you." Peeta said something, but I didn't hear. I closed my eyes, held my stomach and drifted off to a deep sleep.
PEETA
Her cannon went off. I stood and puched a tree. I put my forhead on it. I tried so hard to keep Katniss's sister alive.
I'd wish it was me who died, not her. Left in the games was me, and the careers. I was going to kill them tonight. I was going to do it for Prim. I was going to do it for Katniss.
Prim taught me so well to use arrows so that was what I was going to use when I killed them.
I took the bag of bow and arrows off Prim. And I know I could of used her sleeping bag,but instead I put it over her little body. I stood up, and walked away ready to kill the killers themselves.
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The Hunger Games Are Not In Prim's Favor
FanfictionWhat would happen if the girl who couldn't even kill animals must go and kill other kids in an arena? Twelve year old Prim Everdeen is reaped to be in the Seventy Forth Hunger Games along with Peeta Mellark. She has many near death experiences whil...
