Prim's POV.
I am escorted to the Justice Building by two or three Peacekeepers. I don't know why are they following me, do they really think I'd run away?
They take me to a fancy decorated room. I sit in the couch and run my hands through the soft fabric. It's velvet, I know it is because my mom has a dress made of it. It is something really expensive, not everyone can afford it. The dress was bought when she still lived in the richest part of District Twelve, before she married dad.
Katniss bursts through the door running to me and embracing me in a hug. My mom comes behind her, wearing a blank expression.
"Prim, why did you do that?" Katniss asks, in the verte of tears. But she isn't crying, she is being strong for me, I have to be strong for her too.
"I knew that if something happened to you, than me and mom would dye, because it's you who takes care of us. I thought it was time for me to take care of you. If it was you going to the arena than I'd have no one to take care of me. We would starve. If I dye, there won't be so much damage." I say quietly.
Katniss is kneeled in front of me, her hands place dom my shoulders, looking me straight in the eyes.
"Prim, how about me? What am I going to do without you? You're the only one I'm shure to love." she says. My heart shatters at this.
"I promise I'm going to try to win the Games." I don't know why I'm saying this. I'm shure I'll be the first one to DIE. I'm too weak to win. And I don't want to kill anyone. And Trev is going there with me, I don't want to live without my bestfriend. I love him. A tear escapes my eye, but I wipe it away.
"Promise me you will keep on living without me. Please." I say.
"As long as you promise you will try to win."
"I promise."
Katniss looks at me, a frown forming on her lips. she pulls me closer to her.
"I love you little Duck."
"Quack." I managed to say.
She let's go of me and I run to my mom's safe arms.
Fresh tears run down my face.
"I love you mom. Take care of Katniss for me." I say.
Before she can answer a Peacekeeper pulls her away from me and takes both Katniss and mom out of the door.
"I love you both." I say before they disappear from view.
Trevor's POV.
I just volunteered. I'm a freaking weak 12 years old child and I just vollunteered. Not that I regret it but the thing is how am I going to take Prim out of the Arena alive if I can't even protect myself? I just know I'm going to give my best to save her.
"Trevor!" I turn around to where the sound came from. It's Peeta.
He runs up to me and hugs me. My mother, my dad and Rye, my older brother come behind him.
Peeta doesn't say anything. He just hugs me with all his strength.
I know he is crying, or trying not to. But I can't cry, instead I put my bravest face.
"I'm sorry." I whisper to him.
He looks up at me.
"It's not your fault." He mumbles.
"I want to save her."
"I know you do." He makes a small break. Probably trying to controll his tears. "I love you, cupcake."
"I love you too, Peeta. I'm going to miss you a lot." I say, looking at the ground.
"Hey. Look at me Trev. You are so brave and strong. I know you can make it. Don't be scared, just do your best." He says.
I nod.
My dad comes to me and lifts me up.
"My little man. we all love you very much."
"I love you guys too."
We all join in a family hug, and stay like that until the Peacekeepers come and take them away.
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Prim's POV.
I trail behind Effie Trinket, who is babbling about diamond chandeliers and mahogony tables. Trevore isbwalkimg beside me, looking at the ground, obvioulsy trying to avoid me. I get him though, I'm also not in the mood for talking.
Effie escorts us to the train, away from the cameras that are just outside the train station.
"Well, make yourself comfortable, I'm going to search for Haymitch." Effie says, and strots out of the room.
I sit in the couch and stare at my hands in my lap. A awkward, tense athmosphere fills the room, as Trev sits beside me, trying to figure out what to say. After a while of silence, I speak up.
"Why did you volunteer?" I ask.
Trev presses is lips together thinking of what to say.
"How about you? Why did you vollunteer?" He asks. This pissed me, very much.
"Don't push the subject, I made you a question." I say harshly. He opens his mouth to respond but we are interrupted by the sound of glass thrashing.
I turn my head towards the sound. Haymitch is standing up, he probably stumbled and felt.
"Ahh shit, my pants, my drink"
I roll my eyes.
Haymitch Abermathy is out menthor. He is supposed to help us getting out of the arena alive, I don't know how though. Let's just day he doesn't seem like the most qualified person. He won the 50th Hunger Games, where there were double the tributes, 48 to be exact. I don't know how he was back then, but now he is a lonely old drunk man, and I can't imagine how he won the Games.
Trevor, being the way he always is, runs up to Haymitch and helps him stand and takes him to a chair in front of us.
"So two are this year's district 12's dead bodies" he says laughing loudly, like he had said the funniest joke ever.
"What's so funny about that?" Trevor asks, pissed.
That makes Haymitch only laugh harder.
Right now I'm really pissed. I stand up and start leave the room, to my bedroom.
Trevor notices my annoyance and follows me.
"Prim, don't listen to him, he is drunk, he doesn't know what he's saying." he says.
I keep walking, ignoring him.
"Prim, please, talk to me." he keeps insisting, and I'm really getting mad.
Why did he volunteer? Does he not believe I can do this by myself? Does he find me that weak?
I'm starting to boil, without a good reason.
"Why did you vollunteer?" I snap at him, angrily.
"What?" Trevor is taken back by my tone. I barely never get angry, nor snap at people.
"Answer me!"
Trevor sights "Because I love you. Your my bestfriend, like my sister. And I need to protect you. I couldn't live without you. "
"I love you too. And I don't want you to die. So many people need you. " I say.
"Who, for example?" Now we are almost screaming at each other.
"Your brother. He really needs you. And how about me , who needs me?"
"Your sister, your mother. They couldn't live without you."
"Yes, they could. It's not me who feels them every morning, it's not me who bring food to the table. It's Katniss, She's the one who we need to survive." I snap.
"I said live, not survive. Thise are two different things." He yells.
I can't take anymore of this. I hate it when we fight, I always have, and now that we are about to get killed, in a few days, I just can't stand it.
I go in my bedroom, and close the door in Trevor's face, locking it.
I throw myself in the bed, and cry myself to sleep.