Snow laughs to his death, choking on his own blood. I didn't know that was possible. No time to contemplate it though. I'm scared half to death. I don't know what they'll do to me. I most certainly know there are fates far worse than death. I lift my left arm and turn my neck for a bite. But instead of a nightlock pill, I'm greeted with flesh. I let out a shriek.

I turn around and see Rory, his hand on my shoulder.

"Let me go!"

"I can't...I can't."

The guards pull him away and I watch helplessly as my pill hits the floor and is crushed under someone's boot. Cinna's last gift has been destroyed.

I cry, scream, thrash...anything to get away from the guards. I fail miserably. I am handcuffed and dragged to a room where I am left alone. I'd know this room anywhere. It's my room in the training center. The room I've spent my days before my Games. Then I had wished to live, to survive the arenas. Now...I just want to fall into an eternal sleep where I can kiss my problems good bye.

I examine myself. I'm bruised here and there but the worst is my skin. The surface is red and blood pours out from the pores. I'll probably bleed to death. I lay down on the bed and wait for it to happen. No such luck.

After a few hours I crawl into the shower. I turn on the lowest setting and the water lightly pounds on my skin. The primrose scented water revokes old memories. Cato's brutality, Rue's warm smile, Thresh's stolidness. I put my head in my hands and cry.

My name is Primrose Everdeen. Everyone wants me dead. I should be dead, that would be the best for everyone. Why am I not dead?

I step out of the shower. Hot air dries my damaged skin. Outside, my Mockingjay suit is gone and replaced with a white robe, a meal, and medication for dessert. I eat the food and pills, then rub salve on my skin. After that it's back to the bloodstained mattress. It's not exactly cold but I feel extremely bare. I realize they may be filming me even now. Taking my life will be the Capitol's privilege, not mine. They will be watching my every move.

Around a week later, I decide not to eat. After that it just becomes a routine, a game. Don't let the food tempt you. I pass by every day and tell myself there's nothing and no one to live for. But one day, something weird happens. I sing. I start to sing all sorts of songs. Love songs, mountain songs, songs that Father taught me before he died. And just like that, days, weeks, and an entire month passes.

What could keep them so long? I wonder. I'm extremely frail and thin now, and my morphling supply starts to go lower. I realize they might not actually want to kill me. They might turn me into a pawn once again for a new kind of game.

[I no longer feel any allegiance to these monsters called human beings, despite being one myself. I think that [Rory] was onto something about us destroying one another and letting some decent species take over. Because something is significantly wrong with a creature that sacrifices its children's lives to settles its differences. You can spin it any way you like. Snow thought the Hunger Games were an efficient means of control. Coin thought the parachutes would expedite the war. But in the end, who does it benefit? No one. The truth is, it benefits no one to live in a world where these things happen.] (page 377 lines 15 through 24)

Three days pass after that. At least I think so. Time starts to get tricky because I can't see the outside anymore. Maybe they thought I'd jump out the window and sealed it off. After about three days, Haymitch comes in. I don't know what to make of it.

"Your trials are over. Come on, we're going home."

Where is home?

Strangers come and clean me, bathe me, dress me, then finally lift me into a hovercraft. I'm seated across from Haymitch and Plutarch. We fly soon enough. On the way to our destination, Plutarch fills me in despite that I never asked. This is his account. Who knows how accurate it is.

Pandemonium broke out in the City Circle and I was taken away. Later that day, Paylor was elected as president. Plutarch because the secretary of communications. The first televised event was my trials, where he defended me. They handed out conditions for release, including that Doctor Aurelius continues to care for me over the phone. No one knows what to do with me. The war is over. But if there was another one, he'd surely find a role for me. He laughs at the joke but I don't find it funny. How could I?

"Are you preparing for another war?" I ask.

"Nah. But humans are stupid. Another will break out sooner or later. Now's a sweet period where we reflect on what's happened and live well. Enjoy it while you can."

I let all he's told me sink in. Maybe I will try to enjoy it. Maybe I will find something new to live for. One part of me says I doubt it but the other side of me says there's still hope.

We drop Plutarch off in District 3. He's going to see Beetee, who's working on the broadcast systems. Haymitch and I are now off to Seven to pick up my bald companion.

"Why is she coming to Twelve?" I ask Haymitch.

"They couldn't find a place for her in the Capitol either, and she doesn't want to stay in Seven. Too many bad memories."

The second part makes sense but I have a feeling he's lying about the first. She didn't do anything wrong. She could go anywhere. Then it dawns on me.

"She has to protect me, doesn't she...Mother isn't coming."

Haymitch sighs. I got it right. He tells me Mother is going to help build a Hospital in Four. I think it was nice of Johanna to step up. I have a feeling they would have assigned Haymitch if she didn't step up to the job.

Being a good mentor, Haymitch pretends he believes that I'm sleeping, even though we both know it isn't true. After a while we get to Seven where Johanna get's on.

"Ready for a new life Baby Mockingjay?"

"I sure hope so."

We get to the Victor's Village where half the houses are lit, including Haymitch's and mine. Johanna stays with me for a while before moving in next door. I sit in a rocker in our house and clutch a letter from Mother. I don't dare read it, afraid it will trigger bad memories. I want to move on. I have a feeling it won't help.

I must have fallen asleep because I wake up in the morning to Greasy Sae in my kitchen. She's making some toast and eggs, then stays to do the dishes. She comes back for dinner. I don't know if she was assigned or is just being nice, but she comes by twice a day everyday. Her granddaughter likes to come along sometimes, and we knit in the living room together. Days pass. I feel like I'm waiting for something to happen.

Haymitch never visits, and I never pick up the phone. We've both locked ourselves in our houses and closed ourselves off from the world. I just sit by the fire everyday and watch mail pile up in the mantel, unread. Grease Sae is consistent and I'm grateful for it.

At night, I have a nightmare of being in a grave. I'm not dead, but I'm being buried alive. Everyone that died comes and shovels ashes on me. It's a long long dream because there were so many casualties in this war. I beg them to stop. The ashes suffocate me, going up my throat and nose. I think I die in the end of the dream but I'm not sure.

I wake up with a start and go outside. The weather is really nice, I think to myself. That's when I see him.

"Doctor Aurelius didn't let me leave the Capitol until today," he tells me. "And he said to tell you he can't pretend he's treating you forever. You better get on that phone."

He looks a lot better than before. Sure, he's thin and frail like me, but the wild look in his eyes are gone.

"Rory, what are you doing here?"

"I...dug these up for you. Thought we could plant them together along the side of your house."

At first I'm confused by the roses between the green mint-like plants. Then I realize what they are. Primroses and catnip.

I thank him with a hug. His cheeks turn red. Just like after I came back from the Games. Here we are again after another.

"I'll see you later?"

"Yeah...see ya."

I get back home just in time for a Greasy Sae breakfast.

"What's up with Noah?" I ask.

"He went to Two and got a good job. Something about...weapons?"

I try to be angry but I'm only relieved.

"So you went outside?" she asks me. I nod.

"A good thing too. Spring is in the air, you should go out again in the evening."

And so I do. In the evening, I put on a light coat and head outside. I go for a short walk before coming across another sign of life. Thom. He's going by Madge's house with a barrel of corpses. The reaping of the dead.

I ask him what happened to the Undersees but he just shakes his head. May Madge rest in peace. I will not forget the kindness she had shown me, bringing the morphling for Rory despite the harsh winter storm. She would have had a great life if it weren't for me. The list of people who died because of me doesn't end.

Suddenly, I realize I do have something to live for. I need to live for them. To make up for all the losses. That's what I'm going to do, I tell myself. I'm going to live life to the greatest and make up for everything that's been lost.

Thom offers me a ride home in his barrel. I accept it and he takes me all the way there and sets me on the couch. A few hours later I have a visitor. Buttercup.

He has an injured paw and claw marks across his back. It's clear he came by foot—er, paw—from Thirteen. Peeta drops by with a loaf of bread, and Greasy Sae makes us some bacon. I feed mine to the cat but feel extremely well compared to the last few weeks. I answer the phone calls and follow Doctor Aurelius' advice. I've been through the Hunger Games, caught fire, and became the Mockingjay. Now it's time to rise from the ashes.

I start to work on a project to help me do this. Doctor Aurelius listens to my idea and sends in a box of parchment paper and I get started. I got the idea from the family book. I want to make a scrapbook. I start with pictures, and if I have none, a drawing by Peeta. The book starts with Katniss with her bow; Father laughing; Finnick's eyes; Boggs with a Holo; Cinna designing a new outfit; Rue on her toes. It goes on and on and on. The book reminds myself day and night to live well and to make up for them.

We keep busy. Rory and I write about past memories, Peeta draws, and Johanna and Haymitch contribute stories and people to the book. They've all got their houses in the Victor's Village and we visit each other often.

Slowly, life gets better in Twelve. Mines are closed and plowed down to ashes, turned into fields where we grow crops. The Meadow become green once more and the fence is taken down. Machines are brought in for a factory, where we plan to manufacture medicine and have a small hospital, courtesy of me.

Rory and I grow back together. The nightmares come from time to time but we have each other. He comforts me and gives me joy and hope, something only he can do. He understands my pain and I understand his. We are broken but keep each other together.

One day he asks me, "You love me, real or not real?

I tell him, "Real."

The end. 

The journey is over.

I have had so much fun writing this series. You guys have been so supportive and awesome, and I cannot describe in words how much I would like to jump through the screen and give you a hug (and cookies...can't forget the cookies). I have done so many cool things through the whole thing, a 1K+ comment chain where we bomb up each other's notifications, went global with translations, handed out tissues and cookies, hit 100K on THGP, helped people with their books...I have come SO FAR. I can't even believe it. And it's all thanks to you.

Thank you for the time you've taken to read the story, the time to vote, and the time to comment. Even you silent readers out there, you are mega awesome. All of you are.

This is not the end of my Wattpad journey.

I have just started <The Greater Good> and am hoping it will be an equally awesome journey as my Prim fanfiction series. Please go check it out and support me!!

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The Greater Good

We believe in sacrificing the minority for the sake of the majority.
We believe in sacrificing adornments for the sake of function and utility.

We believe in sacrificing the small things for the greater good.

ALINA loves her life. She's got friends, a pretty face, the brains, a kind heart...You name it, she has it. She has pretty much everything. All but the one thing she may need to survive her utilitarian city state. Identity.
GAVIN is a bit of an enigma. If his sister is ball of sunshine, he's a dark pit. He's reserved, unapproachable, and someone most would stay away from. He wishes he could just disappear into the world inside his head.
CHRISTANNIE is afraid. She never wanted to be precocious. But thanks to her smart brain, she may be promoted to the Imperium, a prestigious group that governs the city state. Just one little problem. She doesn't want to.
DASHIELL doesn't trust the system. He's cocky, sly, and acts dumb to fly under the radar. His girlfriend Cleo was taken to the Imperium not long ago and has gone missing. And it's not just her. Many Imperium members have disappeared since.

Narrated by a group of four friends, The Greater Good is a story packed with mysteries and adventure where the characters save a friend, a girlfriend, and the only home they've ever known.

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Again, thank you so much. If you've made it this far, I am extremely impressed by you. One rarely makes it through a whole fanfiction series. Keep being awesome and keep your chin up. I love you guys so so much...this is not good bye forever!

-Monica