That boy I used to know

by Sassniss

This is just something I wrote based on the end of Mockingjay part 1.

I saw him.

I saw the boy who tried to kill me earlier.

I saw him there, thrashing around violently on this bed.

I saw his eyes. They were lifeless but so confused.

He looked so helpless, so alone.

He was screaming.

Nobody could hear him, the walls in that room were soundproof.

I wish I could help him.

I wanted to help him, this boy I used to know.

Now that boy is gone and he has been replaced.

I wish I could reach out and touch him.

I wish I could hold him close to me.

But I can't.

Because he thinks i'm the bad one, the murderer.

My eyes were red and puffy.

The neck brace I wore protected my neck.

As I stood there.

And watched him.

Watched him slowly losing his mind.

Forgetting who he was.

He could have saved so many people.

So many.

He could do wonderful things with words.

Not me.

He didn't know that his whole family was dead.

I did.

Snow took him away from me so cruelly.

I wished I could bring him back.

I would do anything to bring him back.

That boy I used to know.