It was a quiet ride there.
Normally they'd be chatting or listening to the radio. Or Prim would be asking Katniss if she could play 'I spy?' with her, in which Katniss would refuse almost every time, blocking her face out via her phone.
But not even Prim was talking today.
The conversation never started.
It was just silent.
The sisters' Father was at the wheel, looking straight ahead into the long dusty wilderness, that seemed to gone on forever before them.
Their Mother sat next him, staring out of the window despairingly.
This was why they weren't talking. Mother had been up. She'd been in this pit of despair, if you would call it so, for nearly a month now. Consequently, the family were suffering. They no longer had the help of their Mother or Wife, to cook and keep extra money flowing in from her part-time job as a nurse. She had cut almost, actually no; everyone out, leaving them helpless. They didn't know what to do.
She'd refused to go to work at first. Then to leave the living room when they were around. She'd only function when they were not there. Not that they knew that of course.
The Father started to get worried and soon recommend her to a psychiatrist. He'd had no idea what triggered it, and being as she wasn't talking to anyone she knew, it was the only option.
Nevertheless, she refused it. She shook her head slightly, before pushing him out of the door and locking it. She'd recently installed a lock to the living room, when they were away at school or work.
Henceforth, they lived with it. Tied up, and having no idea what made them lose the person they knew before.
It was still silent.
Their Father has finally had enough. He wanted his Wife to feel free again and spend time with her children and him; as a family. So he decided to take them all on a family trip to the national park. Much to his surprise, his wife accepted after little debrilaration. Prim was thrilled and intended to hug her Mother out of excitement that things could be normal again. But, she pushed even her away, sulking back into the living room. This infuriated Katniss, who was much too protective over her little sibling.
"Mum! Mum! You can't just storm off like that when your own daughter is trying to hug you!" she cried flying herself up from the kitchen table. Her Father pushed her back.
"Katniss it's not worth it," he called.
"Why, why so she can just sit there like we don't exist! I've had enough! Come on Prim," she shouted, clasping Prim into her arms and taking her upstairs to her bedroom.
Her Father just sat there. Yet again, not knowing what to do. He was just trying to help.
Although, they still went on the trip. Even if their Mother did not speak once. The distance seem began to become less hazy, with greenery appearing. They were climbing
towards the heart of the park. To their Father's favourite point. Mockingjay Point.
The roads soon became dusty, curvier, higher as the sights of the ground seemed to become higher and higher away from what Prim felt comfortable looking down too. She soon turned her back and stared towards her Father.
Still silent.
Until they turned, as anyone one would on a car journey, turn a corner carry on.
Turn a corner-
Carry on-
But how can you when the door is open?
The door belonging to the one in the front passenger seat-
The door belonging to the mother of the family.
Who had just thrown herself off a cliff-
Off a cliff-
A cliff-
Cliff-
Silence cut the air like a knife.
The world had stopped.
Someone had pressed the pause button.
Played again by the sudden realisation of what had happened.
"MUM!"
Cries of horror.
Squeals of tires.
"Mum, no, no, no," was all that was heard from raspy voices.
Tear stained cheeks.
The father stopped the car.
The children running out to look down into the oblivion.
The oblivion which now owned their Mother's life.
