Memento

Mother had given it to her on her first reaping day. The mockingjay pin, she had been admiring it in the jewellery shop for weeks. I wasn't a particularly fussy child, so I had been bought a cupcake from the bakers; it had pleased me well enough. When she was chosen and had to say her goodbyes, she took her hands in mine and looked into my eyes, "When I die, I want you to have my pin". I took the pin from the tattered clothes they sent her back in, and in time, passed it onto my own daughter.

Remember

I could remember her scream, there was only one. The bird had sliced her vocal chords and she was left to choke on her own blood. Haymitch had knelt next to her; he took her hand and held it to his lips. Damn him, it should have been me sitting there with her, I should have held her hand, I should have told her it would be alright. No, I should have volunteered in her place, then I wouldn't have to remember her pain and suffering, it would have been my suffering and my pain. It should have been me.

Sister

She was my sister, I should have looked after her, but she was always the dominant twin. She was the one everyone remembered. Katniss and Primrose were sisters. Everyone remembered Prim's sweet smile and sweet nature. People only took notice of Katniss when she had game. Katniss volunteered for Prim. Why didn't I volunteer for Maysilee? I had grabbed her hand desperately as she tried to go up to the platform it was only the cool hands easing mine from hers that finally undid our death hold. It was Maysilee's friend, the medic's daughter. She was crying, my tears reflected.

Unloved

Maysilee was the favourite child. She always got what she wanted. Father would always pick her up and swing her around in the air until she laughed with happiness. He said it was like water gurgling in a stream, he loved to hear her laugh. I was the forgotten daughter; I was happy to curl up in a corner with a novel or some sewing while Maysilee would go out and play with the other merchant children. I would study while she flirted with the baker's son. When she died, I grew old and unloved, while she stayed eternally young.

Naughty

"Stop it, Madge. Put it back!" Sausage like fingers snaked around the badge in the jewelled box. Madge was just turning three, she was curious of all things sparkly and interesting looking. Mrs Undersee had already hidden away all her other jewellery but she just couldn't hide the mockingjay pin away and unseen. She had left it in her jewellery box in the hope that Madge didn't find it, but she had. "Madge, darling, please put it back." Madge dropped the pin back in the box. She turned to her mother and waved her fists in the air, "Love you."

Daughter

She was convinced it was a girl. She wouldn't believe there was a chance it could be a boy. She rubbed at her stomach in an absent minded way while murmuring, "Mummy's little angel" or "Precious little girl." I didn't know what to do, what if it was a boy? She was already delicate, how would she cope? She was already making a list of possible names, all girls' names. A recurring note on all the scraps of paper left around the house was, "Middle name: Maysilee". I knew that was her sister. She thought this would bring her back.

Entered

The way reaping worked wasn't fair, some children from the Seam had more entries on their first reaping than others from the merchant side of town had on their last. Even with huge advantage that some people had, they still managed to get chosen. Maysilee and I never signed up for extra food, she was still picked. Prim was only entered once and she was picked for the games. Madge would never have to enter herself to feed us. There was still the chance that she could be picked. Entering the reaping was compulsory; the chances of surviving were slim.

Ruined

My plan was ruined. I loved Maysilee, I was going to propose to her when she was 19 and out of the games. But she was chosen, and she died. I was left with her sister, they were identical. What would the difference be? Turns out they were only identical in looks. They were polar opposites. Where Maysilee was sunshine and smiles, her sister was dark moods and headaches. She was quiet and subdued, I learnt to love her. It wasn't the same as I would have been with Maysilee. The raw emotions that I felt with her were missing.

Sunflower

Sunflowers were my mother's favourite flower. She would have them in a vase next to her bed; I think they helped her sleep. Sometimes I would ask Katniss to pick some sunflowers when she went hunting. I paid a lot for them; I would do anything to see my mother smile. She never smiled, not for as long as I could remember. I got worse when the sunflowers stopped growing in the winter, she would still keep the dead ones by her bed, in some vain hope that they might come back to life. They never did, she never smiled.

Elderberry

Mrs Undersee was like an elderberry tree. Perfectly safe looking on the outside, but when you dug deeper and looked closer you realised that it was a lot worse than it seemed. Elderberry wood contained cyanide, death. Mrs Undersee contained stories of death and hurt, the pain that she went through on a daily basis made you feel almost nauseous. If you ate the leaves of the elderberry plant, you could be poisoned. If you asked the wrong question, you could send her down a spiralling slope. The berries were safe enough, don't pry too far, she'll only get hurt.

End

When would the suffering end? It hurt so much. It ripped at the inside of my head, like ten million tiny hammers pounding away at my skull. I writhed in my bed, tossing the covers off in the process. I pulled at my hair and screamed at the wall. I didn't care who heard me, this hurt too much for me to give a damn at who was listening. If I screamed loud enough I could just mask the fire in my head. The flames roared down my throat and behind my eyes, hot salty tears ran down my face.

A/N: I didn't know Mrs Undersee's first name, so I just went with Mrs. I hope to have the first chapter of my drabble-fied Hunger Games up by Sunday, any ideas for a title? I don't think "Drabble-fied Hunger Games" would cut it :P But on Monday I'm lending my copy of the book to a friend so the second chapter may be a bit of a wait away. Here is, as always, here is the plea for reviews. Please review! xx