Finally he can see me for who I really am. Violent. Distrustful. Manipulative. Deadly. And I hate him for it.
Jennifer Lawrence photographed by Max Abadian for Flare, June 2011
Jennifer Lawrence at the LA Film Critics Association Awards (Jan 12, 2013)
Peeta and Prim are the 74th annual Hunger Games tributes from District 12
I wanted to save that little girl. Bring it home. For her. For Katniss. I wanted her to win, even if it meant my own death.
Everything went well, until that one day. Only fife tributes left. Only four people I had to kill. I hoped the last one would be me. The thought that I would have to kill myself scared me. But Primrose wouldn’t survive a fight with another tribute. It was the only way to protect her.
I was so sure I could make it. Make my last wish come true. Let her win and give Katniss her little sister back. But I wasn’t.
In this one little moment I heard her voice, screaming so loud that I couldn’t hear anything else, in this moment, I knew that I lost. That she lost.
“Peeta! Peeta!” Her screams were the only thing I could think about. I didn’t even realize the fire that was all around me. The fire that killed her. The fire I couldn’t win against.
I lost. I failed. I couldn’t protect Prim. And neither I could protect Katniss.
This bought tears to my eyes reading it