Pearls POV

It's been a month since they buried my Mother, 5 weeks since they buried my Father, 3 weeks since Gale officially opened his home to the 6 remaining children of victors including Finnick, Cinna and myself. I haven't been outside, it's filled with reporters looking on catching sight of one of us, ask us questions, make entertainment; I hate it. I hate that I have to grow up, hate that I have to look after my brother and tell him stories about his parents, how I have to tell him they are never coming back, hate that I have to break his heart.

Today is the day I had enough, I carefully dressed in the outfit Serenity, Gale's wife, laid out for me; a pink dress with matching shoes and a white cardigan and socks. Once dressed I brushed my hair, put on a white headband and brushed my teeth. Without informing anybody I walked down the stairs and to the front door, I slowly pulled it open and stepped outside receiving flashes and instant excitement from them; the reporters.

"Hello" I pronounce clearly, I hesitate "I have a message for the President; Thank you for ruining my life, aswell as my Brothers and Finnicks, Natalie's, Sunshine's and Raymond's. You murdered our parents to get rid of the hostility of the hunger games, to rid anything that would bring them up. Well I will never forget the hunger games, neither will my Brother or Finnick or any of us. We will tell our children who will tell their children and it will never be forgotten. We will never forget how you murdered our parents from a sick and twisted idea that all the pain will go away, that it will solve a problem; it won't, it still happened, you cannot change the past. You don't know the damage you have caused, do you? All the lives you have ruined. The hunger games will still be taking place if it wasn't for my Mum…" I could feel my eyes watering but I refuse to cry, I have to be strong. I took on my Mums stern voice she use to use "My Mother, the Mockingjay saved you all, she screwed the capital and sacrificed her life on many occasions to help the rebellion, to be their as a role model, to protect people and give them what they need, they deserve. Instead of dying in peace, we can life in peace. That is what she helped fight for. And this is how you thank her; you wait until she has a family, murder her and her love and leave her children to grow up without parents. I think it is sick what you have done, you have created your own game, your own television special. You showed their funeral, you killed them and then showed the public. Why? Did you want to prove you still had power? That is what the Hunger Games were, a reminder of the power the capital had, the government, the President… I don't understand how you could be so heartless to kill people who fought for their lives, fought for their freedom, fought for all children and people everywhere… I don't understand how you could kill them. I don't understand why… I guess I never will, just like the way Cinna will never truly remember much about his parents, only what he see on the TV or what people tell him." I stop, should I continue. A lot of the reporters are crying or are about to cry, maybe they are sorry. After a few minutes of silence I force my voice to come out calm and soft "In the second Hunger Games my Parents were in, my Dad gave my Mum a pearl. After the games and rebellion was over, my Dad gave my Mum me, Pearl. I remember my Dad clearly telling me this was how they named me, I always will remember. Will Cinna? Will Cinna, my 5 year old brother, know why they named him Cinna; will he remember anyone telling him? Does anyone even know?"
Once again I stopped, I could feel the tears flowing down my cheeks, I couldn't continue, I wouldn't even know what to say. I run back inside and close the front door, instantly getting pulled into a hug by Oak. I wrap my arms around him and cry as he leads me to the settee, I don't register anyone or anything else.

Oak's POV

As soon as Pearl closes the door, I pull her into a hug which she frantically returns as she sobs, I lead her into the living room and sit down with her as my Mum and Dad discuss what she had just done and how it could reflect. I rub circles on her back; my Dad does that to me when I get upset. Apart from that I remain silent; I don't know how to calm down girls or even what to say.

President's POV

He had tears in his eyes watching how much it affected Katniss' daughter; Pearl. He was also slightly worried about the mob growing outside his home, obviously motivated by Pearls speech too. I had to fix this, I can't tell them that we never found the victors bodies in District 13, but I can apologise.

I arrived outside Mr. Hawthorne's House early the next morning, I was standing outside waiting for Pearl to come out as every station on every channel was there recording me. After a few minutes she came out in a baby blue dress that came to her went down to her knees, white shoes and her hair in bunches.

"Hello, you wanted to speak to me?" She asked politely

"Yes, hello, I am President Mann" I introduced and offered my hand. She took it and when I felt her hand in mine I saw how vulnerable she was. How could she get away from some of my best soldiers?

"How may I help you Mr. President" she said politely before adding "Come to take something else I love?"

I was lost for speech, but regained it after a few seconds "I came to apologise, I did not know how much it would affect you"

"Why would you care? You originally ordered you army to kill me aswell, why do my feelings matter? Is it because I lived? Are you actually here to find out how I out-smarted your army?" she asked, still speaking politely and calmly. She wanted to know, this is what scared me, she wanted to know why I did it.

"Ofcorse I care, I love children…" she interrupted me

"You sent your army to kill us, and they did kill some. You had innocent children killed, children that did nothing. You had the grandson of a victor killed, he was just born, a few days old, how could he do anything wrong. He couldn't even talk!" she raised her voice, loud enough to ensure everybody could here clearly, but her eyes show me fear, she's scared.

I lean forward slightly and she shots backwards, her eyes widen in fear, she's scared I'm going to hurt her. "I'm not going to hurt you" I ensure her

"No, your not, you'll just send a whole army into my home in the middle of the night and then show off my body and funeral ripping every piece of me apart. Even without killing me, you've hurt me. You've destroyed my life, my brothers too."

"I am sorry, I didn't mean to." I say honestly

"Can I ask you a favour?" she asks and I nod "Can victors be allowed to live. Can they no longer be viewed as a danger. Can my Mum and Dad be buried as heroes, people who helped during the rebellion and not the end of the hunger games?" I look at her wondering if she knows where her Mum really is, but I can tell by her eyes she doesn't know. "I know… knew some of the victors and they deserve to be respected. I want Cinna to be able to visit a nice grave, where he can sit and be with his Mum and Dad not a dump sight that is forgotten." I nod at her logic

"How old are you?" I ask

"I'm 9 years old, how old are you?" she asks innocently

"I promise, I'll make the graves respectable, they will be known as fallen heroes" I promise

"As angels" she corrects me, I look at her questioningly "I told Cinna that they are now Angels looking after him. That they will always be with him but he can only see them if he closes his eyes, that they will always be in his heart. That they love him"

"As Angels" I repeat

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