Ok, so this takes after Katniss goes back to 12. Peeta hasn't come back yet. This is something new I'm trying! It's my continuation of Mockingjay!

I DO NOT OWN THE HUNGER GAMES! I'm not that awesome…

So read and enjoy! -Lii

Days turned to weeks. Weeks turned to months. Every second felt like eternity. I've never before felt that time had so much power. In the end, time is all that matters. Without it, there would be no memories, no future.

Without it, there would be no war. I would still have a sister, a best friend and a father.

The war has been over for a while. But I'm fighting my own right now. The war against myself.

I shouldn't be alive. I should be the one dead, not Prim.

Because once a person has taken someone's life, they have no business to be alive themselves.

I stared at the fire. It ate away at the air. Fire used to be my symbol, and along with the mockingjay, it caused the revolution. Who knew a symbol could hold so much power.

Katniss Everdeen. The girl who was on fire.

Ironic, since fire took my sisters life.

The fire cracked in the stone fireplace. With every flicker, I felt a pain grow inside of me. Pain that could only be soothed with the knowledge that there's someone out there who loves me.

Guess I'll have to keep burning.

There was a knock at the door. And I didn't care who was behind it.

"What, don't tell me the Mockingjay lost her ability to sing?" says Haymitch, walking into the room. He's hardly around anymore. No reason why he should be, either. Banned from District 13, just like me.

"I never sang," I say back. My voice was hoarse from the lack of use.

He chuckled. "Of course you did! All the birds fell silent to hear you."

"That was my father, Haymitch." There was no will power left in me to stand up or fight him. All of it was consumed by fire.

"Well," he says. "I've never heard of a Mockingjay that doesn't sing." He took a swig from his bottle.

"Why are you here?"

"Good news, actually." He wiped his nose. "Would you like to here it?"

"No." After years of bad news, even good news sounded bad.

"It's about Coin," he says anyway. "There was more talk, they decided you can leave 12 at your own free will."

I jumped up, my legs and back stiff. "what! Why?"

"Turns out Coin deserved you killing her." He got up as well and placed a hand on my shoulder. "Let's just say she had a few unmarked files who's contents suggested she would have turned into a Snow-like figure."

Snow. The evil ex-president of Panam. Died from laughing as I shot that arrow into the future Presidents heart. He was the one I was meant to shoot. But I couldn't.

I still don't know why.

"So... I'm free to go back to 13?"

"And 2." He winked.

"What if I want to stay in 12?" 12 was my home. I grew up here. Memories of hunting with my father and with Gale were made here. Some of the few good memories.

But the Capitol took them. Changed them. Ruined them.

Just like everything else.

"So where will you go, sweetheart?"

His ignorant nickname lit a spark in me. I knew where I was going. No districts. No capitol. No home.

"I'm going to the forest, Haymitch."