"You can close your eyes to the things you do not want to see, but you cannot close your heart to the things you do not want to feel." – Unknown

Dear Sarah.

Things have not been the same since you left, I have had to repose myself in bed for what feels like years but is only weeks. My Mom has closed herself behind doors since I told her about my dream, see I was not supposed to live the doctors told my Parents that I would never wake up, That I would die eventually from lack of movement. But they were wrong, I lived with my aunt Prim and this girl named Rue in this beautiful place I can't even describe it. So I told my mom this and she broke down into tears? So things have been hard when I'm awake. Sometimes my little sister comes in to talk with me but this is very rare. I hope you all are doing great? I already miss you even though we only knew each other for a day I still consider you as my friend, in fact my only friend.

Love, Willow

From Sarah.

Best of luck.

Sarah.

I frown down at Sarah's words "Best of luck." Why just best of luck? What's going on with her? I shake my hair lose from its bun and let it fall down in little blond rings around my shoulder.

"Dad!" I call out from my bed. I hear his heavy footsteps stop at my door before the handle moves. I study my dad's face. His blond hair is matted and his blue eyes look tired with those bags under his eyes.

"Willow did you need something?" he whispers. "Dad can you help me up to the bathroom?" he nods his head. He takes heavy steps to me his fake leg making a kind of clicking nose as he walks on the hard wood floor. He lifts me up into his muscular arms and carries me like a baby. He carefully sets me down and opens the bathroom door. I wobble in and close it. I look at myself in the tall wooden framed mirror. I see a skinny girl with sad deep blue eyes that looks in mine I frown and so does the girl. This can't be me? but it is. I turn away not dear looking at myself again. I start the shower. I get lost in my own thoughts for what feels like my whole life and somehow it helps me to escape the real world.

Katniss's pov.

I still can't get my daughters words out of my head. I rock myself back and forth trying to forget but losing hopelessly. My door bursts open with aloud "Bang" making me jump. Haymitch stands there looking mad. "Get up of the floor and go get your life back!" he shouts at me. I stand up angrily looking him dead in the eye "Haymitch get out! Now!" I shout pointing my finger at the door. He walks over to me and gets scary close his eyes look like there is little flames dancing in them. I don't move I just stare. "You are losing everything you have fought to keep safe! You have kids a loving husband you have a family! Don't lose them!" He turns on his heels and walks out the door slamming it shut.

My worst fear is now becoming real. I'm becoming my mom.

Willow's pov

I hear shouting coming from my mom and dad's room it sounds like Haymitch is screaming loud at who I don't know but I'm pretty sure it is my mom. I can't hear them anymore over the sound of the water running I turn it off and step out of the shower and dry of as best as I can before putting my clothes back on. I open the door to see Haymitch storming down the stairs. I wonder what that was about? I turn my head behind me and there is my mom? She is wearing ratty Pajamas her hair is a mess with tangles all in it and she doesn't smell to great ether. "Mom." I say speechless. I pull all the bitterness I am thinking towards her and try and push it out of mind. I see my mom before me broken and weak which is something you'll never see. "Mom?" I say again. Her eyes are a cloudy gray with sadness in them she is worse than my dad is. My mom touches my chin softly. "Let me help you." I offer. I take her hand in my own and pull her to their room. I turn on the water, and wait for it to heat up. "Mom its ready" she nods her head in agreement. I close the doors to her bathroom, I wait until she is dressed before sitting her down on the bed to brush her hair. I clam over the bed and sit behind her stroking the brush carefully through her hair I spend a good 30 minutes to get it back to normal. The whole time I am working with her hair she doesn't say a word. "You know mom Prim loves you." My mother instantly tenses up. I wait for anything to come from her mouth. "I…..k…now." she says in such a low voice if I were not as close as I am then I would have easily missed what she said. "Willow?" my mother turns her head "Thank you. I know I haven't been there for you these past few weeks but I Promise I will never zoon out like that again! I love you." She hugs me so tightly to her body it is hard to breath. She pulls away and grabs my hand. I have to be careful not to hurt my leg anymore then it is. "Hey mom can you get dad to carry me down stairs?" I ask "Sure." She gets up from the bed, she walks over to the door. She turns her head back to me before she closes the door leaving me all alone.

My dad peaks his head in his face looks so much more alive and happy . wow he must really depend on my mom you could almost say he needs her like his life was counting on it? One day I hope someone loves me as much as my dad loves my mom. "Hold on." My dad lifts me up in his arms and carries me all the way down stairs which I' sure isn't that hard for him seeing as has He is very muscular. When I look in are living room I see my little sister playing with her dolls. "Willow!" she runs over to my dad jumping up and down with excitement. my dad walks in the kitchen with my little sister following not far behind. I am shock with what I see. Haymitch is sober on the kitchen counter watching my mom cook? Wow things have gone from bad to just wow. "Finally decided to join the family I see little sweet heart?" he laughs loudly. My mother looks like she never even had a hard time she is glowing with happiness that makes everything Perfect. My brother R ye is at the table eating some bread watching us with intent eyes. He gives me a big smile. My dad sets me down next to Haymitch. Things have gone from almost not bearable to just pure Perfection at least I thought it would stay this way for ever but I was wrong.

Willow is ~16

Finn is ~ 17

Sarah is ~ 15

Rye is ~ 15

Rose is ~ 5

Katniss is ~ 4o

Peeta is ~ 40

Finnick is ~ 47

Annie is ~ 45

Haymitch is ~ 45

I HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT ?

IT TOOK ME FOREVER SINCE I HAVE BEEN SO BUSY BUT I promise to write more soon!

I hope everyone had a great thanksgiving?

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