I don't turn off the tv until Prim has left the stage. It's quiet now, with just the whines coming from the walls. I sit there, staring at the black screen, looking at my grim reflection, hoping to see Prim come walking through the front door.
"I'm home, Katniss!" She would say.
She would walk into my room, seeing me welcome her home. She would sit down and let me braid her blond hair. "I wish I looked like you..." She would murmur.
I would smile, "You're pretty, Prim."
But this is reality, and Prim is gone. I get off the couch and open the front door. The cold wind bursts onto my face as I walk outside. My lungs breathe in the fresh air, relieving my itchy throat. On the porch, I find a small box. Lifting it up with nimble fingers, I notice a small card with two words written on it. 'We're sorry.' Sorry? Sorry for what? I open the box, and find a small bag of sliced bread. Peeta Mellark, the boy tribute in district 12, had worked in a bakery with his family. This must have been his family's way of saying, "We know your child is about to die, but please, cheer yourself up with some bread." I throw it to the concrete, and walk back inside to the comfy couch. I had not even watched Peeta's interview. I flick on the tv, and there he is, halfway through his conversation with Caesar.
"So, do you have any sweethearts back at home?" Caesar asks him.
"Well..." The crowd goes wild. "There is this one girl...But I haven't talked to her since we were kids." Peeta's face seems to blush.
"Well then, why don't you just win this game and go back and she'll have to go out with you!" Ceaser suggests with a laugh.
"Actually, I can't do that..."
Caesar becomes confused, and tilts his head. "Why not?"
Peeta hesitates, "Because...Her sister came with me." And my grip tightens on the remote. I don't want to watch anymore, but I cannot get myself to turn off the television.
The crowd gasps, "Prim's sister?" Caesar asks.
Peeta looks at the camera "Yes."
The crowd gets loud and wild, people are fussing over everything, and I can't make out the words Caesar is trying to say. After a while, a burst of applause comes from the audience and the screen goes black. My body is trembling, and my head feels like it will pop. "Peeta Mellark is in love with me." I whisper to myself. The cold creeps up my spine and up my neck. I sent the people who love me to be killed.
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