A/N: This is truly terrible, just as a disclaimer. But I watched Mockingjay today and I just got this one idea of a series of ficlets just focused on the people in the series that weren't shown. Just the regular people, not Katniss, or even the people in the center of the rebellion. There were a lot of people who were in the background that were so heavily affected.

But anyways, rant over, go ahead and read and review if you will! :)

"Mommy, where did Daddy go? It's nighttime." The plaintive whine had her sighing and sitting on the edge of the toddler's bed. She ran a hand through his wispy, blonde hair, suppressing tears at the way his features resembled his father's so closely.

"Daddy had to go away, but he loves you very much." She told him softly, wishing she could say something more reassuring.

"Oh." Her son thought that over a moment. "Can you sing me to sleep?" She couldn't help a small smile at the earnest look on his face.

"Of course, sweetie. Lay down." She waited until he was tucked under the blanket. The song sprang to her lips, still there after the broadcast and hearing her husband hum it as he left.

"Are you, are you

Coming to the tree

They strung up a man

They say who murdered three.

Strange things did happen here

No stranger would it be

If we met at midnight

In the hanging tree."

She could hear them marching.

"Are you, are you

Coming to the tree

Where dead man called out

For his love to flee.

Strange things did happen here

No stranger would it be

If we met at midnight

In the hanging tree."

She could see the dam, hear the water rushing, could feel the determination in the people singing.

"Are you, are you

Coming to the tree

Where I told you to run,

So we'd both be free.

Strange things did happen here

No stranger would it be

If we met at midnight

In the hanging tree."

The gunshots sounded in her ears, ripped through her body, and she felt tears well up once more.

"Are you, are you

Coming to the tree

Wear a necklace of rope,

Side by side with me.

Strange things did happen here

No stranger would it be

If we met at midnight

In the hanging tree."

The explosion was everywhere, and then pounding water was rushing around her, engulfing her.

Her son roused under her hand.

"Mommy, I don't like that song." She had to smile, or there would be more tears joining the single one trailing down her cheek.

"Me neither, sweetie.