Katniss Everdeen.
Everyone remembers that name. That name brings back memories of pain, terror, fear, and death. That name is mine.
I am Katniss Everdeen. The girl who was on fire. But my flames of hate and loathing against the Capitol have long been extinguished. On the outside, at least. The flashbacks of my sister Prim create a dull pain in my heart, a pain that has never gone away. The Capitol created monsters. One of those monsters was my best friend, Gale Hawthorne.
Oh Gale. I still shed tears over him. He was my only sunshine in the grey ache of the old District 12. He created the bomb that killed my Prim. The only person I was certain I loved, the only person who I could genuinely smile for. But she’s gone now. It’s been twenty years. Twenty long, brutal years of nightmares and death. My children Finnick and Lavinia soften this, of course. They have Peeta’s easy charm, but my fiery ways. I think about Gale often, and what would have been if Prim had not been chosen from that endless list of names. Would we have our own children? Perhaps. But I love Peeta dearly, he is the spring. My hope. But I wish I had not blamed Gale for my sister’s death. After all, his fire was my fire. We were a part of the Capitol’s games right until the very end. And then he left. I hated him so much for causing Prim’s end, and taking away my life as well as hers. But I realised that I needed someone, anyone to blame. I can almost hear his laugh, feel his strong arms around me, his familiar voice creating a presence.
Wait.
”Hey, Catnip. Remember me?”
- I decided to write my own ending to The Hunger Games, since I had so many questions, and I don’t really care if nobody reads them, I have to do it. I’m gonna do the next part soon:3
