The Hunger Games: Breaking Freedom

As you know I'm obsessed with the Hunger Games so I thought that I would make a fourth book about Katniss' life with her children and Peeta. YOU NEED TO HAVE READ ALL THE HUNGER GAMES BOOKS!

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8. Primrose

My head burns, and it's reeling. I try to touch my right temple, to ease the pain, but my hands only come halfway. "Ahhh," a scream escapes my lips, my arms are chained to the floor I'm laying on. But I wouldn't worry about me going anywhere, my body is literally broken. Then it comes back.....

I read Mom's note, I wasn't sad but happy. She was finally facing her past. I hear Finnick cry out, so I pick him up. When I set him back down on the couch, I notice my shirt is covered in blood. I glance at Finnick, and see something I didn't notice before, a small, deep cut runs down his upper thigh. Then a knock at the door distracts me. When I open the door, I see a huge man, before I get a good look at him he turns me upside down and drops my head first. 

That's all I remember, but the cuts on my skin are already scabbed over and healing, so it must have been almost a day ago. Wait, I'm not alone, Finnick. "Finn-" No, I can't say his name, then our abducter would call us by our real name. I will not give him that satisfaction. I can slowly roll over if I'm careful, once I do I can see a beaten little boy. "No, it's not him." I say into empty air, more to convince myself. A tiny bowl sits next to my head, I can just peer into the bowl to see it's full of water. A note next to the bowl says, 'You will get no food, this is what you have.' I'm not even hungry, or thirsty, but I have to save the water. I clean one of my fingers in my mouth, and dip it in the water and spread it on my biggest cut. 

Just being awake is killing me, and the world fades before my eyelids.

 

 

 

Sorry it's so short, I just wanted you to know where Prim is, sort of.

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