If I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a, bed of roses
Sink me in the river, at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song

~The Band Perry, If I die young

Her words echo in my mind as I lay her down off my lap.

"Sing."

And I did sing, the special song my father and I always sang when we were in the woods. He said if I ever felt alone, to sing the song and I always did. And his voice always joined in. I never felt alone when I sang it, I felt like he was still there and he was walking towards my sister and I from the distance. But now, all I felt was emptiness a painful feeling in my gut.

I twisted Rue's soft curls carefully in my hand, her mocha face now pale and her big, brown eyes that are now empty looking are staring towards the sky. A tear trickled down my face as I mumbled the last lines to the sweet melody. I could see the corners of her lips rise up into a slight smile as she released her final breath.

"Here is the place where I love you."

Now tears tumbled freely down my face as let go of her hair. I wanted to scream and shout at the capitol. About how cruel they were to kill an innocent, sweet, little girl. But I held my tongue, knowing that my words of anger and hate might be my last. I closed her eyes and got up, wiping the tears from my face. Rue's body still laid there small and delicate, which only made my sorrow deepen.

I found a small patch of flowers. Beautiful plants surrounded me, but I only grabbed the whitest and most pure looking ones. She deserves these. I can hear the Mockingjays still echoing the four note tune she taught me. Damn the Capitol.

I reached the clearing again, she was still there. I knelt by her and stroked her face once. Sweet, little Rue. I put the flowers I had picked in her hands and stood up slowly.

I raised my left hand to my lips and held out my three middle fingers. The old and rare sign from district twelve,

It means, thanks, admiration, and farewell to someone you love.

Funny when you're dead how people start listening

Disclaimer: I do not own The Hunger Games