Hi, it's Louisa here. I know I've been really lazy with writing this. Sorry. Oh and everyone meet my plot bunny Ferdinanda. She likes long walks on the beach and drooling over Finnick (who can blame her)
Anywho, I don't own the Hunger Games 'verse, nor the music of the Script. If I did, I would be riding a unicorn around Harry Potter World.
Enjoy.
Jenny was a poor girl, living in a rich world
Named her baby Hope when she was just 14.
Jenny woke up with a start. Her nightmare had been about her parents, always her parents. How they yelled at her when they found out that she was with child, how they kicked her out of their house in the richer part of the District forcing Jenny to live on the streets, how her mother – her own mother – called her a whore. She had been fourteen at the time, the same age as she was now. She rubbed her swollen belly.
"It's ok Hope," She said to her unborn child, "It's going to be ok."
She was hoping for a better world for this little girl
But the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree
Jenny clung onto that dream, that hope, that it was going to be ok. That whatever world Hope would live in wouldn't have the Hunger Games or anything like it. Jenny knew her dream was highly unlikely, near impossible, but still she clung to it, like she was drowning and her dream was able to save her.
When she gets that call, hope's too far gone
Her baby's on the way, with nothing left inside
"Jennifer Senorik" The escort for Jenny's District called and Jenny's breath left her. But it wasn't from the shock, or the horror at the fact that she was to represent her District in that year's Hunger Games. No, Jenny had gone into labour that moment her name had been called. She collapsed to the ground and the other fourteen year olds moved away. The closest thing that District had to a doctor rushed up to Jenny and went to pick her up to carry her inside. But it was too late. Hope had been born.
Together we cry
And her district cried as one, for they knew she would still be taken to the Arena.
What about the John Play, could have gone the whole way
Lighting up the stage tryin' to get a deal
One of the only dark places in the shining Capitol, behind the stage where Caesar Flickerman made his famous interviews, was where you could find John.
Now he's lighting up the wrong way, something for the pain
Man you wanna see this kid he was so freaken' unreal
He used to work backstage, rigging up the lighting for the shows. But now he sits there, drugged out on the Morphling. He took it for the pain, when he lost his mother to cancer. But the Morphling does nothing for him, nothing for the hole that resides in his soul. So, when he thinks no one is listening, he sings.
When he gets that call, he's too far gone
Can't get it together to sing one song
One day, late in the year, Caesar Flickerman was working late. He heard John singing a sad, mournful tune. Caesar rushed off to find his producer. But, in the time it took to convince the producer, John's heart had stopped due to an overdose of Morphling. All they found was John's corpse.
And they won't hear tonight, the words of a lullaby
Now no one else would ever hear John voice. He would no longer sing.
Together we cry
There was no one there to weep for the loss of John, but that night the heavens opened up, as if crying for the lost boy who no one loved.
Mary's ambition, she wanna be a politician
She been dreaming about it since she was a girl
Mary pulled up the top of the overalls she had to wear for her work. Working in the factories of Six was far off what she dreamed of as a child. Once upon a time, she wanted to move to the Capitol and become the president of Panem. She wanted to make things better for the people in the districts, stop the poverty and the Hunger Games. Mary shook her head; there was no place for childish desires in her life.
She thought that she'd be the one who could change the world
Always tryin to pave the way for women in a man's world
She always saw herself, in her dreams, changing the world. Even now, as an adult, she tries to make things better for the people of her district. Small things, like standing up to the Peacekeepers or organising protests in the district square. Even though she knew that she could get punished, that it was wrong for thinking that way, she hated the Capitol and what it stood for. There was no real future for anyone who wasn't born there.
But life happened, house, kids, 2 cars, husband hit's the jar,
Checks that don't go very far now
Mary had to move on with her life. Move on from standing up for people she barely knew. She married one of her fellow workers, someone she may not have loved but she knew had a kind heart and would treat her well. A few more years later they had two children with another on the way and work was pushing them harder, making them make more cars and hovercraft. Then Mary's father-in-law passed away and her husband went into a deep depression. He started drinking. Mary's dream of a good life started to seem further and further out of reach.
Now she ain't making changes, she keeps her mind on her wages
The only rattling cages are her own
Now her life keeps moving in a circle. Wake up, go to work, come home. There's no room for changes. And each day they have less and less money. She pushes herself harder at work. They need more money if they want to survive the winter. Her life keeps moving in its vicious circle.
Together we cry
There so much sad gonna flood the ocean
We're all in tears for a world that's broken.
No matter where in Panem they live, everyone cries. Some for the family or friends they've lost, some because someone has hurt them. But everyone, whether they know it or not, has cried because they know that the world they lived in is destroyed.
Together we cry
There comes a time that every bird has to fly
The Mockingjay fluttered out of the tree. Even it didn't want to be here anymore. The ruins of the fallen district were no place for something so beautiful. Something so alive was no longer welcome in this place of death.
At some point every rose has to die
No one was sure what had killed him, only that he was now dead. His skin was pale and cold as ice. Had the mob rushing in on the mansion crushed him, or had he choked on the blood that flowed out of his mouth? Not a soul agreed on the answer but one thing was certain, President Snow was dead.
It's hard to let your children go, leave home, where they go, who knows?
Gettin' drunk, gettin' stoned all alone
The woman reached out for her boy, her youngest, as the Peacekeepers pulled her away from him.
"MAMA!" Her child yelled, straining his arms trying to grab her. They, the Peacekeepers, where trying to take her away from him. She was all the family he had left. The boy used the last of his energy to push forward to his mother. And for one glorious moment their hands touch and she pulls him towards her. But the Peacekeepers are stronger. They rip her out of the little boys reach and take her away. The last thing the mother sees of her son is his crying face, his arms reaching to her and his last word to her.
"Mama."
Teach a man to fish, feed a man for life
The Capitol thought that when they blockaded District Four during the Dark Days that the people would starve and give in to the Capitol's demands. But that's where they were wrong. They hoped to starve the district responsible for fishing. As long as there were fish in the sea, the people of Four would not go hungry.
Show your kids the truth, and hope they never lie
"This is our past, the Hunger Games are the Districts' punishment for turning their backs on the people who feed and clothed them. The Hunger Games are a good thing." The teacher explained to his class. The children were young, but they were old enough to understand and to know these things. Or so the teacher thought until one of his students had said that it was sad that all those children had to die each year. And then the other students agreed. What are their parents teaching them? The teacher thought. He had to stop the lies the children were spurting out.
Instead of reading in a letter that they've gone to something better
Bet your sorry now, I won't be coming home tonight
The family looked up from the sheet of paper, tears silently running down their faces. Their girl, their little princess, was dead. And they were holding her final goodbye in their hands. She hadn't lasted very long in the Games, but there was never any hope that she would win. And now she was never coming home, not really.
I'm sick of looking for those heroes in the sky
To teach us how to fly
The tribute turned away from the faces floating in the night sky and their sadness and fear turned to anger. Why were they here? How was it far that they were being punished for something they weren't even alive for, let alone responsible for. I should just give up now, the tribute thought. But then they stopped.
I owe it to them. The dead tributes. I owe it to them to keep fighting.
Together we cry
And they people in their homes, not knowing if their children were safe for another year, cried for those they had lost.
There so much sad gonna flood the ocean
We're all in tears for a world that's broken.
Everyone cries. It's a fact of nature. Everyone, from the world's richest man, to the people in the poorest parts of the world. It may be too late for us, but, working together, we can make the world a better place for the next generation. We can fix our world.
Together we cry