A/N: This is my first story with chapters, hope you all like it!
I am not Suzanne Collins, I do not own the Hunger Games
The rain pouring over the funeral reflects my emotions as I stare at the spot where my only daughter has just been buried. I know everyone has already left, I know I should to, but I just can't, because this is all I have left of her and I know that once I turn around she will be truly gone. My thoughts are interrupted by the appearance of a peacekeeper behind me.
"The Funeral is over, you must return to your home."
"Of course" I respond, trying and failing to hold back tears as I turn to face him. I start to solemnly walk back home but he catches me by the arm.
"I was told to give this to you." He says in an emotionless voice. He hands me a small black diary that I recognize immediately.
"It was her's. The diary she kept in the arena." I honestly don't know why she would have wanted to keep a record of the worst, and last, days of her life but it was her token and very special to her. I take it, hanging on to every last thing I have to remind myself of her. "Did they read it?" I ask, suddenly repulsed at the thought of Capitol people reading my daughter's most intimate thoughts and feelings.
"Only the first page" The peacekeeper answers in the same monotone voice as before, then he turns and walks away.
"Thank you!" I call after him. I then proceed to walk down the dusty roads of district 11, head bent, protecting from the rain the small diary that is my last remnant of Thalia Morgan.
I sit down at the table, looking at the unoccupied chair across from me. The house feels so empty without her now that I know she won't come back. I start to flip through the book and, to my surprise, I don't find regular diary entries but letters. They are addressed to various people: the capitol, her loved ones, me. I turn to the first page and begin to read.
A/N: Hope you guys liked it! Hopefully I will post the next chapter (Which will be the first letter) soon but first I need you to review!
