Author's Note: This is a fanfiction. I have no intention of being-nor do I think I am- Suzanne Collins (although I wish I could be her :D). The Hunger Games, Catching Fire and Mockingjay are all hers respectively. This story takes place sometime after the last page of Mockingjay but before the epilogue in Mockingjay. (: The first chapter is going to be rather short. Bear with me that I will sound nothing like Suzanne Collins (obviously) but I will try my best to write how she might. Enjoy anyway. (Please? D8)

Prologue

It's been two years.

Two years since the rebellion, two years since the entire nation of Panem was thrown into chaos, and, most importantly, two years since the death of my younger sister Prim. My mind is still trying to wrap itself around it all. My mother cries for her lost child and has done so every night for these last two years since Prim's passing. Over the phone from District 4 where she manages a hospital I've listened to her unending suffering day in and day out, trying my best to console her... but for some reason I can't seem to find the right words to try and heal her broken heart.

My words often get stuck in my throat and the line is filled with her rampant sobs.

I have to remind myself that don't think a mother's broken heart can ever truly be mended.

I, for some reason, am too numb to cry. A few tears escape here and there now and again but never am I able to sit down and lose myself.

I want to... to mourn for my beloved sister who I loved more than anything else... but nothing would come out even if I tried.

The only thing I can bear to feel is insurmountable grief and deep depression all coiled up inside. That seems to be the only thing my mind and body will allow. I can't remember the last time I smiled or even felt the remote flicker of happiness.

Maybe I've lost so many people that I love that I've lost the ability to feel pain as acutely as I'm supposed to.

After all, my life is grey and dull as the time passes by, each day whipping from morning to night as I spend silent hours in the woods hunting to get my mind off of things.

My hands loose the arrows as they always have, bringing down rabbits and squirrels and the occasional deer.

The game bag I have always used is full by the end of each day and I have to struggle to get it closed so that it won't belch the carcasses of the deceased animals up again. I used to have to hunt for only my mother and sister and the Hawthornes but now I have to provide for Peeta, Haymitch and Buttercup. We all have been trying to survive here in District 12 since the rebellion ended and the war was won and so far it's gone well.

My game provides not only food for them, my odd new "family", but also is coveted by the cooks that keep the District's remaining residents fed.

Since President Snow's death, a new president has come to power- Commander Paylor- or should I say President Paylor.

My memories continue to come and go, leaving me scrambling for clarity day in and day out, so all I know for sure is that this person was chosen rather than rising to power through the ranks like President Snow had in his youth.

So far, this young new president seems to be doing well because Panem has been able to slowly put itself back together under her rule.

Our districts, now thirteen instead of twelve, are gradually rebuilding themselves and learning to exist together without the threat of the Hunger Games coming annually from the Capitol.

I have returned to District 12, my home, and have remained here since the war ended.

It has been inhabited again and is on the rise back to recovery from destruction... but too much has happened for me to say that things are well again. One thing I know is that my sister Prim is buried in the Meadow in a special grave next to a makeshift memorial for my father. I visit them occasionally when I feel I can bear the pain long enough to lay flowers and to remind them that I haven't forgotten about them.

I never will forget.

After all, wherever they are now, I know they are together again at last and neither of them can feel pain or suffer any longer.

I will never forget also because I see them in my dreams every night along with all of the others I have lost in the past.