They play in the meadow. The dancing girl with the dark hair and blue eyes. The boy with the blond curls and grey eyes trying to catch up with his graceful sister. How could I tell them the truth that their father is dead? Because of the quarter quell. I was grateful to my mother and sister for taking care of them as I was fighting against the capitol. My sister as sweet as her name Primrose was no longer. She had died trying to save people and Peeta killed by the poison wave trying to run but slipped and death claimed him as its prisoner. Nightmares still haunt me never have I had not have a restless slumber. Even though I would not have to worry about my children's names being withdrawn from a wretched glass ball. How long will that last?
People's mind are as fickle as a traffic light changing every heartbeat. Before long I know there will be someone thinking there is not much harm caused by starting the games again. I just hope that by then my family was dead so they do not have to go through the living nightmares that invade my mind never giving me a single second peace. From my experience, the games are never over even when there is a victor. Actually death seems a better option but I need to live for my children I need to guard and protect them. I know I have to teach them survival techniques before the games began. And if they do inevitably I would definitely be involved.
In my perplexed life how I long for the comfort of his strong arms which were long gone for good. "Mommy! Mommy!" I heard my children call out for me. I stopped the slideshow of flashbacks running in my mind and went over to see what they were so excited about. They had found a jabberjay imitating Peeta's voice. However I was shocked by the cruel words the sweet voice uttered. "Katniss Everdeen! You traitor! You left me dying to save yourself. I will never forgive you." came out the final words from the now dead jabberjay. I lost sense of time and reality as I found myself once again holding the cursed arrow and bow hiding against the evergreen trees. Awaiting the death of the other tributes who also had loving families that would miss them. It was a signal that the games are starting again. They never will end ever will they?