Each day we hope and pray that our nights wont be filled with painful sorrows and silenced cries as we watch our loved ones be killed off one by one. Every night we are reminded that the skies are no longer a light or dark blue, but instead stained red from the blood of our children. The fact that all we can do is watch pains us to the point where we find ourselves not being able to look away from the bloodbath created by our own. It angers us that we know we can't do anything more than that. We can't help but wonder why no one bothered to spark a flame again, to try and make a change. As my days grow shorter, I can only hope that one has such bravery to strive against the Capitol. Until then, the games will continue and children will die unimaginable deaths, for these are their games, and we are their pawns.