"'You can't tune out again. Not like when Dad died. I won't be there anymore.' On the 20th of November 2015, the war will change everyone, including Mrs. Everdeen."

~ For Mrs. Everdeen ~

I remember tears streaming down her face when I said I'd never let her go. When all her darkness almost killed her light.

I remember cradling her in my arms, gently running my fingers through her golden-blonde hair. "Don't leave me here alone," she whispered into my ear, the rain around us got thicker and heavier.

"Just close your eyes," I said, the sun began to fall. "You'll be alright.."

I had managed to convince her to come back inside after about an hour of patience, and when we reached the dinner table my mother sat there with her beady eyes, staring at us with an expressionless face.

"Go inside," I ordered my sister, ushering her through a small wooden doorway to her room. Once I heard the door click shut, I glared at my mother. She coughed out a single tearless, angry sigh and I approached her quietly.

"You can't keep going days without eating or drinking," I said. "You're letting yourself waste away." The only reply from her was a quick blink of her eyes. Everything else remained calm and silent.

"You need to speak to us," I continued. "Please.. You can't keep doing this to us!"

Her face slightly twitched and she shook in her seat, trying to remain as still as possible.

"Mom, speak to me!" I shout. "You can't blame us for what happened to him!"

Her silence was like poison. Like a death wish. Her blank face was easy to read; she wanted the worst for me. My roars echoed from the walls and out the windows. I guess at that point the neighbours could hear, but I didn't care. I didn't stop.

"Mom, say something! Don't just sit here and ignore me!"

The tears began to stream out of my eyeslids and down my cheeks, splashing against the dusty wooden floorboards. My body was shaking, my hands curled up into fists ready to punch. However I couldn't get physical. The only way my anger was being released was through my screams.

Light outshone the darkness after a few years, and eventually she was back in our grasp. Healing Gale's wounds after the whipping. Taking care of us after the first Games and in District 13. But little did I know that I eventually would have been crying again, but this time not because of her. Instead I would be crying with her. And without a little sister.

Author's Note:

Hello! I just wanted to say that all these 'Author's Note' things will be copy and pasted in each of these 'For The Mockingjay' oneshots. Yes, they will all be the same. If you're really confused by this, let me explain:

As you all know, the beautiful and amazing Hunger Games movie franchise will finally come to an end on November 20th. As a major fan of the series, I have decided to write as many oneshots 'for' the characters as I can to celebrate what it has achieved.

These stories will try and focus on the heart and soul of the characters, digging deep into their most special memories. I will try to do as many as I can. This is quite possibly one of the most craziest things I have attempted on this website, but whatever. The Hunger Games is too special for me to just treat as a sad ending... It must end in style, and I will help it end in style in my own way!

We all have one enemy, and that's President Snow! He corrupts everyone and everything! He turns the best of us against each other! Stop killing for him!

Tonight, turn your weapons to the Capitol. Turn your weapons to Snow!