Sonya Hawthorne P.O.V
I instantly wanted to follow the drunken idiot named Haymitch and my mother. But knowing my father I wouldn't make it five steps. I quietly followed my dad, Annie and Daniel. Who was very quiet.
"You okay?" I whispered walking closer to him.
It was freezing outside; I could see my misty breath.
He nodded not looking at me. I grasped his clammy hand and squeezed a little, letting him know I was there for him.
We reached the victors village, I wasn't really paying attention though, I was too busy worrying about Annie and Daniel.
We reached the house they were staying in and my dad brought out a key and unlocked the door, it swung open with a loud creak.
Daniel entered first and turned off the light.
My dad helped to get Annie into bed and me and my dad left.
Daniel Odair's P.O.V
My mother looked so peaceful when she sleeps. Her curly hair sprawled out on her pillow and you couldn't see the uneasiness in her eyes. But you know she doesn't sleep good because her screams wake me up in the middle of the night. I wish I could be there in her dreams protecting her, but I couldn't.
"Good night mom," I murmured and placed a large maroon colored blanket that I found by the bed on her. She moved but didn't wake up.
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I didn't hear any screams in the night so I'm sure my mother slept fine.
Or else I slept very heavily. I decided that was the case because when I got up and went to check on my mom she was gone.
I started to panic, where was she?
I ran down the stairs trying to find my mother, she's sleepwalked a few times did she end up getting out of the house like she has before?
When I found the living room there was a small piece of paper with my mother's writing on it.
I gone off with Gale and Johanna to see the mayor, I'll see you later. Please stay in the house
-Your Mother.
I tried to do what my mother said. I really did, but an hour later of staring at a blank wall got boring. I looked out the window to see the house Sonya was staying in, the windows were black and no light shone showed.
Sonya was still asleep; she rarely got up until elevenish.
My stomach growled loudly.
The kitchen was no good, there wasn't any food I wanted, all I wanted was fish.
I ran upstairs and grabbed some rope and a hook. Mom always said I could make a good fishing rod out of almost anything.
Now all I needed was lake or creek.