Okay this is gonna be a shorter one. But don't fret, my dears. This is where my story starts to get intensely heart-wrenching. *wipes eyes roughly* I hate myself for doing this to my dear babies.

alrightly well yeah. Don't worry about the shortness, I literally will be posting a chapter right after I post this. It's already written:) but super sad.

Warning: tears up ahead. Good luck.

I don't own the beautifully crafted THG, but I do own my story and characters ;)

now on with the water works:(

SEVEN

The next morning I drag myself out of bed. Light streams from the window, plastering an orange haze on the wall. I vaguely remember last night, we both cried, and we both were comforted. I missed that. I never had it with Caleb.

When I slowly creep out of my groggy state, I notice an unmistakable beeping downstairs. Confused, I pull on an oversized t-shirt and pad to my door. Glancing at my clock tells me it's eight fifteen. I open my door a crack, and the sudden busyness downstairs startles me.

I can see over the upstairs banister now that my door is open. No one pays attention to me.

A few machines and lugged through our doorway and people with white uniforms file into the open living room. My heart skips a beat.

Those are Capitol doctors.

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Under the haze of morphing, Annie sleeps in her hospital bed with a somewhat painful and content look on her pale face. Oriole left to talk to some Capitol Head Doctor, and the rest of my family, including Cale, sit around in the living room where she is placed.

Plans are made to transfer Annie to the Capitol, but Or fights. He says that the hospital in Four is almost as good and it's a shorter distance.

But we all know he just wants to be home with his mother when...when the unthinkable happens.

I stare at Annie's eyelids. Behind them lay beautiful sea-green eyes that light up when she smiles. I miss her. Even though she's on and off, I had a very close relation ship with her. She was like my second mother, my moms sister maybe.

I remember once when I was ten, I "ran away" to Orioles house, my parents handing me the tickets solemnly, trying to hold back grins. They knew perfectly well how it was going to play out. Annie had a room set up for me, but I just ended up sleeping in Or's room anyway.

That weekend I was really upset. I was crying, thinking I would never go home again. I can't really remember why I left. Annie held me by the fireplace and told me stories and talked to me about parents and children.

"Being a mum is very difficult," she said in her sweet voice, stroking my hair. Or was somewhere in town with his friends. "We want to protect our kids from every little harm we had to go through, we want to take all the bad away."

I nodded. I knew my mother had a rough past; it was evident. I knew she wanted only the best for me and Caspian. I thought of the times she would walk us to school when I was younger, her hands in each of ours, gripping tightly, glaring at anything of possible danger as if to warn the goat mans little animals that if they ever DARE to go near her babies, so help her she will skin them so fast they won't have time to say 'Ba-a-ahh'

Okay a little of topic. I forced myself to concentrate on Annie's long fingers threading through my hair, her soft voice a him in my ears, as my eyelids drooped.

Those two days had been the first really big time I realized how much I loved Annie as a second mother.

Tears well up in my eyes and my vision of the bland room blurs. My mother sits with my dad, crying, one of her arms stretched out to never let go of Annie's cold hand.

Or steps in for a minute and states in an emotionless voice that we will leave for Four in an hour. It's ten o'clock at night.

We all go to grab a few essentials and change. I dress in the same black sweater I wore the day they arrived, and my mothers jacket and a scarf; I know that Four can be particularly cold in the winter.

I grab a few items, my clothes, toiletries, and my bunny and stuff it in my duffel bag.

I lean over my bed and snatch open the drawer, and pick up a small picture of Oriole, Annie, Caspian and I sitting in the sand, laughing. It was taken four years ago. We were so happy. I tuck the picture into my pocket and leave my hair down.

At the bottom of the stairs, they're transporting Annie into a hovercraft far above. Oriole walks with them and tries to go with them, but they refuse. He shouts for a bit, threatening authority, when I walk to him and reach for his cold arm. He's only in a t-shirt and sweats.

I whisper in his ear and pull him back to the house to get his shoes and a jacket. He stares as his sick, dying mother, lifted into the hovercraft as she suddenly disappears. We're left standing in an incomplete silence as the unforgiving snow begins to fall.

I begin to wonder if what I promised him was a mistake.

I whispered, "Don't worry, Or, I promise we'll see her soon, better as ever. She's not going anywhere."

I lied.