Sacrifices Must Be Made

Breathe in. Breathe out. I am Katniss Everdeen. I come from District 12. I survived the Hunger Games. Then I escaped. The Capitol wanted me dead. So now, there is no more District 12. But they said that about District 13, and boy were they wrong. There was a revolution, and I was their centerpiece. They used me to get back at the Capitol. We destroyed the Capitol and then I destroyed our leader, Coin. As you can see, I have quite a story. But there's more. So much more.


6. Saying Goodbye

Katniss POV

I let go of Peeta's gaze for a second, checking to see if Coin was still following us. Thankfully, she was no where in sight and the sounds of gun shots had dissipated. I turned back to Peeta but his eyes were already glazed over. I felt the salty tears roll down my cheeks. I then cried like I never had before. I let out a warped scream, letting out all the pain that was welled up inside of me.

Why me? Why could I not have a normal life? Why did I have to go through incredible loss countless times? When would I get a happy ending? I wasn't sure how long it had been before Willow came up to me and tapped my shoulder. I immediately tried to subdue my tears. I forgot that I needed to be strong for her.

I saw her blank expression. It amazed me how strong my children could be, but then again, she didn't really know what was going on. "Yes, honey?" I sniffled.

"What happened to daddy?" She asked innocently. I thought about telling her the truth. Explaining what death was and the heartbreak it could bring. But I didn't.

"He's going to visit family."

"But I thought we were his family."

"We are, but he went to see his mommy and daddy. He won't be back for awhile."

"But why didn't he say goodbye?"

"I don't know, honey. I don't know." I picked up Rye and attempted to carry Peeta as well. I wanted him to have a proper burial instead of leaving him there in the meadow. But I couldn't carry both. Instead, I set down Rye and went to get some things from the woods. I collected some large branches, some red berries, and a log that was shaped like a shovel. I went back to Peeta's body and dug a big hole next to it. I kissed his cold forehead one last time and I put his body in side and covered the hole with dirt.

"Why are you putting daddy in the dirt?" Willow asked.

"He's just taking a break before he goes."

"In the dirt?"

"Yes, in the dirt." I let out an empty laugh. I broke of the triangular part of my makeshift shovel and stuck it into the ground as the headstone. I placed the branches around it to keep it steady and on the headstone I drew something in red dye. The symbol we all knew. The Mockingjay.


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