Hi everybody. So this is the second last chapter and the last one should be up in the next few days. I'm really looking forward to the last chapter - I have so much stuff that I want to put in it.
For Emma - as always. I don't think you're like Lily anymore, at least not in this chapter. She seems far too depressing and nasty in this chapter to be you. Still, I hope you enjoy this anyhow :) See you soon!
For those of you who are wondering what this is about - it's to show that life after the Hunger Games trilogy isn't perfect. It's to show that just because the war solved some things, it didn't solve everything.
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She wakes up to an empty house and tries so very hard not to care. It is, after all, only a house with nobody in it. There should be nothing more to it than that. She should not try to over-complicate it and she should not think that it means something.
It doesn't.
Lily stands in the meadow, arms outstretched and the sunshine touching her face but never really touching it. The grass feels spongy underneath her toes and she thinks that that's utterly ridiculous; grass shouldn't be spongy. It should be soft and feel inviting but instead it annoys her and itches her feet.
She lets herself fall back onto the grass. Her hands fall gracefully beside her and hit something, cold and hard and metallic. Lily jumps back up when she realizes it's an arrow. For a bow and arrow. She couldn't despise anything more than arrows. Then she wants to laugh because her mother's signature is a bow and arrow. There is no reason to be afraid.
Oh, but there is every reason.
People talk to her and all she hears is disjointed words and fragments of sentences. And she's oh so very selfish because she doesn't want to listen but she can't quite help it. She's so sick of this world and it's stupid, pathetic complaints. Lily swears that if she hears someone complain about their friend not contacting them one more time then she'll scream because, really, she couldn't care less.
She has a friend too. A friend that doesn't live in district twelve and that she doesn't see that often. Does she complain? No, she doesn't. And she thinks that's part of the problem. Sometimes, she's too nice. She should tell people what she really thinks and then maybe they would stop thinking that she's the answer to all their problems. Because she isn't. You can't solve someone else's problems when you have some of your own.
Once, in school, they started learning about how, a long, long time ago, there used to be different religions. They learned about one… Lily can't remember what it was called… that was really interesting. They learned about something called the 'Vidui' which was the deathbed confessional prayer. There were all these words that sounded beautiful that meant horrible things.
"Maradnu," Lily whispers. She thinks it's her favourite. It means we have rebelled and she told her mother - The great Katniss Everdeen, who instigated the largest rebellion - that what she did was a sin and that she needed to confess it otherwise she would go to a place called hell. Her mother had looked at her odd and said, "If that rebellion had not happened, you would not be here today and we would be living in an awful world. Is that what you would prefer?" When Lily hadn't said anything, her mother had said, "though not," and had gone to take care of her little brother.
Things happen and some people are none the better for it. Some people turn out worse. The means does not always justify the end. Sometimes, the end makes the means seem cruel and unnecessary.
Lily thinks that maybe, life is just the means to an end.
She wakes up to an empty house and tries so very hard not to care. It is, after all, only a house with nobody in it.