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Hunger Games fanfic from Prim's POV if she went to the Hunger Games. ik it's not much, but it's a start ig

Sunlight came through the broken window, not that it was much of a window anymore. It was just a few cracked boards and some old glass. Buttercup was curled up next to me, purring so quietly, like he didn’t have a care in the world. I tried to breathe like him, but it didn’t work. My chest felt tight, like my heart was stuck in my throat.

The idea of my name being called out today, of me being picked, was almost too much to think about. I couldn’t leave Buttercup. I couldn’t leave Katniss.

I pressed my face into my pillow, trying to stop the tears. I had to stop thinking about it. I wasn’t going to be picked. Katniss had taken all the tesserae for me, so it would be her name that was more likely to be called. I should be thankful. I should be worried about her, not me. She’d done it for us, so we could eat. She was always doing things for us.

But the thought of her going to the Games... I couldn’t even imagine it. I knew she’d survive—she always did—but I wasn’t sure I could.

I hugged Buttercup tighter and forced myself to calm down. I had to be brave. Katniss was the strong one. I had to be strong for her, too.