3Hey everyone, this is my first time writing in a long time. So sorry if I'm a bit rusty. Anyway!
I present to you We'll Carry On.
I DON'T OWN HUNGER GAMES
"D-Daddy!" I sob as I try to reach for him. The ropes that are tied around my arms dig into my flesh.
His face is bloodied and beaten and barely recognizable.
"Calm down. You'll be okay" he chokes out.
"Shut your mouth" the man standing above his says as he whacks my father on the side of his head with a pistol. My father grunts and topples over. The man's face is permanently etched into my mind. Strong jaw, brown eyes, and a thin scar that reaches from his right eyebrow to his cheek
"No!" I shriek as loud as my eleven year old voice can.
"Tell us where it is" The man screams as he kicks my dad in the ribs.
He sputters and coughs up blood.
"Stop it!" I scream "You'll kill him!"
"That's the plan" the scar-man chuckles.
"No it isn't!' The man beside me says with urgency.
"Yada yada..." The big man brushes off his companion.
"You'll never find it and I will never tell you!" my dad coughs which earns him another kick in the ribs. I hear a crack.
"Dad!" My throat is raw "Just tell them where it is! It can't be worth this!" I try to reason
"You don't know what it is. If you did, you'd know that it is" he smiles as blood pours from his mouth. "You know what to do" he says quietly with a sad smile "Time to execute plan number twelve."
I nod as tears course down my cheeks.
"Oi! Tell us where it is or you will die here." the man snaps.
"You'll kill me either way." my dad chuckles "I won't tell you."
"You're right. You won't tell me and I would have killed you either way. Let me speed up the process" The man pulls my father up to his knees and makes him face me.
I knew at that moment that this would be the last time I see the life in my father's eyes, hear his laughter, of feel his warmth surround me in hugs only he could give.
It makes me sad and happy that my mother took Prim and Caleb to Gram's tonight.
I steel my face and say two words that broke my heart but not the mask I was wearing.
"Goodbye dad" I say, praying my voice doesn't crack.
"Goodbye Katniss" he smiles as the man slits his throat.
His body slumps to the floor as blood pools around him.
My father is dead.
And he knew it was coming.
And I knew what was coming next.
"What do we do with the girl?" The man beside me asks
"Well since she is going to die tonight we might as well have a little fun with her." Scar-face smiles.
"That's sick." the man beside me spats.
"I'm a sick man Abernathy." The other growls as he cut the ropes that bind me.
I inwardly smirk.
When I'm free the man pulls me from my chair; much to the displeasure of his colleague.
The man pushes me onto the floor next to my father. His eyes are cold and lifeless.
I feel slicing on my stomach, but I won't scream.
I don't dare give them the satisfaction.
I turn my gaze to the man with the scar. As he tries to lay on me I quickly get up and land two strong punches on his chest and face. As he tries to stand I elbow him in the back of the head with all of my might. It proves effective. The large man is knocked unconscious. I'm momentarily thankful for all that training my father put me through. I had thought it useless until today. All the fighting techniques and battle plans. It's as if he had planned for something like this to happen…
I turn my head to the other man and prepare for an attack but, none come.
"I'm not going to fight you since I'm pretty sure you could kick my ass. Also, because I'm not like him" he nods to his fallen comrade.
"How? You stood there and watched him kill my father." I spat
"He wasn't supposed to kill him" he sighs "I'm sorry" His eyes hold so much emotion that I'm momentarily speechless.
"How do you know that I won't call the cops and have you arrested?" I ask in an angry tone, never dropping my stance.
"Because you don't know who I am and if you did, your father's actions would have disgraced this family." he says simply.
"H-His actions?" I ask.
"If the police ever found out what it was, he would be marked as legally insane. Now you go outside and I will take my comrade and leave."
I slowly walk out the door. But, his voice stops me.
"What is your name anyway kid?" he asks.
Did he not hear it before?
"Katniss Everdeen" I say in a whisper.
"Haymitch Abernathy" he says as if this is some twisted greeting.
I nod and walk out.
Plan Twelve.
If my father is killed, I must find a way out of the situation and carry on living.
No matter what.
I am Katniss Everdeen and that was the day my life was ripped out from underneath me.