A/N: (Awesome! I am getting reviews! Anyways here is the next chapter.)

Gale's POV-
Ma sat down next to me with a cup of steaming broth that she use to make for us as kids when we had a bad day or were sick. Right now, I think I am both. I sat there and stared at the steam admitting off of the yellow-brownish liquid as flashbacks started to go off in my mind.

I was sitting in my new office. I had been here for a week, and the stress and strain of the job was starting to take its toll. I leaned back in my chair and stared at the ceiling. Ever since Ma and the kids left for 12, I have not had a single thought that didn't return to the loss of my siblings in my current life. The last time I saw or talked to Rory, he looked at me as if I was one of the Capitol people. Or in other words utter disgust and reluctantly, I might add, gave me a short hug that was stiff and forced, but it was still a hug. Vick was a little better. He still stared at me with disgust, but his hug wasn't at least forced.

Then, came to the one I was the most worried about. Posy. I knew this would be hard. Posy was my happiness these days. The way I would come home and she would run to me and give me a big hug and tell me that she missed me. And tell me about her day. And to be honest, be a non-stop chatter box. I think I would miss her the most. When I told her that night she looked at me with her big Seam Grey eyes full of sadness, hurt, and the one that dug into me the deepest, anger. Now, Posy was not one to be angry about many things. I had only seen her truly mad once before that night, and I don't even want to get into that incident. She looked at me first in a way as if she was examining me to see if I was joking and then, she gave the look of hurt and denial. She had slumped against the farthest corner of her bunk from me and I heard her mutter, "Gale. I hate you." I remember shaking in sadness and felt the tears start to well up as she said those words. I put my head in my hands and just let out my tears. I knew she would hate me. If I was in her position, I would hate me too. But, they don't have a need for me anymore. They just don't. I watched her sleep almost the entire night and I could see that she was having nightmares, by the way she scrunched her eyebrows together and shook her head slightly in her sleep. Then, the next morning I watched as she scrubbed the floors while Rory and Vick loaded bags into the car. She scrubbed harder than I have ever seen before and I knew that she was hurting.

After they finished I helped Ma in the car and then tried to help Posy, but she ducked around me and got in by herself. The whole ride, she sat in between the door and Vick as far away as possible and wouldn't even look at me. Then at the landing dock, I went down the line until I reached her. I got on my knees and held out my arms like I always did when I got home from training, waiting for her to come to me. She looked at me as if I had gone bonkers and then looked up with a hard core glare and I felt the knife of her anger dig in farther. I started to lean forward to hug her goodbye, but she stepped out of reach and continued to look up. The knife went in farther.
"Lesson 14." she told me in a deadly serious tone still not making eye-contact with me. I looked down at the ground and tried to remember which lesson that was. I looked back up to see her watching me, but this time with a glare of disapproval. This was my last chance.
"I love you, Posy Juliet Hawthorne, and don't you ever forget it." I told her almost pleading her with my eyes to show some mercy and hug me, but it didn't work. It only seemed to make her glare more firm and fierce.
"Lesson 14." she repeated in her deadly serious tone again giving me a few more seconds of her glare and then spun on her heel and started to walk and then jog and then full out run towards the hovercraft leaving me there without anything but two words. Lesson 14

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My thoughts drifted back to the first letter I wrote home three days ago. It should've gotten there by now and I am waiting for a reply that should come tomorrow. I remember writing a letter to each and every one of my siblings and Ma. I told Ma about the stress that work was giving me already and the apartment that I now was living in. I asked her to tell me how everybody was "really" doing and I told her that I wish I was there, which in away I already was missing home. I asked Rory how school was going and what new things were happening to Twelve. I asked him to tell me how Vick and Posy (mostly Posy) were holding out. I asked how he liked the house and how Prim was. Vick was almost easy to write to. All I had to do was ask him about the girls who moved to District 12 and I would get probably a 10 page reply on every girl in the district that he was interested in. I asked him how Posy was holding up and if he was helping her with Algebra 1. Then came the letter I was dreading but yet excited to write. Posy's. I asked her how school was and the house. I asked her if she was doing well, and what she has been doing. Then I started to tell her about some of my struggles as "The New Guy" at work. Like the one time I spent an hour trying to figure out a copy machine and riding the elevator for the first time. I had sealed them all in separate envelopes and mailed them waiting for the reply.

I sat up and opened a desk drawer where I kept a few things just in case I got homesick during the day. I pulled out the small picture of our family before the Rebellion. I sat next to Ma on our family's couch holding a smiling five year-old Posy on my lap who had lost her two front teeth the day before. 12-year old Rory was standing behind us and was smiling at Prim who had taken the picture. Vick, at the time being 8, was sitting on the floor in front of us and was smiling . Then I pulled out Dad's old pocket watch that Ma had given me for my 18th birthday. I flipped it over in my hands a few times as I looked at the picture. Then I set both down on my desk and pulled out the small piece of notebook paper that I had kept on me the day we fled 12 to 13. I opened it up and looked down at my hand writing.

Life Lessons
1. Forgive those who have wronged you and love them with an open heart.
2. Keep your promises.
3. Don't put a frog in the blender.
4. Keep those you love close to you.
5. Share.
6. Don't piss off a woman. Whether intelligent or not, they could be your last chance at survival.
7. Don't take, what you cant pay back.
8. Risk your life, if it means that someone you are close to and love could get a second chance.
9. Don't tell your Mom that you broke the blender.
10. Follow Lesson 6, whatever you do.
11. Don't be afraid of bron. Be afraid of brain.
12. Keep your mouth shut and your eyes open.
13. Safe the embarrassment for later and focus on the situation at hand.
14. Do what is best for others even if it means it is not the best for you.
15. Don't sell yourself short.
16. Don't sell your friends short.
17. Dont sell your parents or others short.
18. Don't punch trees when your upset, punch an duck then you have dinner already worked out.
19. Live your life the way you want.
20. Support those you want to succeed.

I read Lesson 14 again. Do what is best for others even if it means that it is not the best for you. I realized what Posy was saying. Don't leave us, just because you cant suck it up and deal with it.

The next day letters came back. I flipped through the letters the one on top was one from Vick. "Here we go." I thought to myself as I ripped open the envelope. I pulled out, surprisingly only a two page letter. I read through it. But all I got from his letter was the mention of the and I quote, "Drop Dead, Run over myself" girls that moved into the district. I tossed his letter to the side to find Rory's next. I slid my finger under the envelope and ripped it open. I read through it. He told me that school hasn't started back up again, and that Prim is working on opening a apothecary business with her mother in the town. He said the Rebel's Village was nice and completely out of his comfort zone for now, but he would learn to live with it. He told me that Ma was doing fine and Vick was loving it. Then towards the end of his letter he finally got to the youngest Hawthorne.
"Gale, she is at her wits end. She wont eat. She wont sleep. All she does is sit in the hallway staring at the door of her room. The only time she moved is when Ma asked her to take something to get something from the bakery for dinner, and I will tell you. She bolted outside as if she was scared, Gale. Every night, she sleeps down on the couch or on the floor depending how rebellious she feels, I guess, and I hear her whimpering and crying. I don't know what is going to happen Gale." I read. I remember staring at those words, "As if she was scared." or "She wont eat. She wont sleep." I placed his letter on the table and turned to the one next in my hand. Ma's.

I opened the letter and read through it. She told me that Rory was getting by, but is constantly in a bad mood. She said Vick was doing his best to make things look like he is perfectly fine. "And Gale, Posy has gone off the deep end. She tries to stay out of the house as much as possible, and when she is here she will sit in the hall and stared at her completely empty bedroom in hatred. She scowls at it and sometimes mumbles under her breath about it, but she wont do anything else. She wont eat or sleep. She wont go inside her room. She is starting to become unhealthy Gale. I don't know what to do. I tried coaxing her to do things, but she just looks at me, almost pleading with her eyes, to leave her alone. And I do, because Gale I am afraid that she will completely snap." I remember her telling me in the letter. If she and Rory were correct, Posy was absolutely miserable. I tossed Ma letter on top of Vick and Rory's and searched through the rest of the mail for Posy's letter. I tossed bills and advertisements aside, but no more letters from home were sent. I sighed in defeat and started to open the bills.

For the next six months I had received letters from Ma, Rory, and Vick every week or maybe twice a week if the mail could get here faster telling me about home and Posy's state of mind. How she completely snapped and moved out of the house at the age of ten, and started to live in our house in the Seam. How she started have melt downs even walking up to the door step. How she started to fail in school. Then, how she had almost died of starvation, because she was completely depressed. But, there were some good things about their letters. They said Posy had met a friend at the bakery and he was helping her with the whole thing. I wrote back to them every week and wrote to Posy asking her about her life right now, but she has never answered back.

I sipped some of my broth quickly and continued through my flash backs.

May 27th came around that year and I sent a letter and a book that Posy had been wanting for ages in the mail. Her birthday was on the 30th, and I wanted it to arrive their on her birthday. I waited for the 30th and then called in the evening to home. Ma had picked up and I asked if Posy was there, but she told me she had just left. She told me that she would send Rory or Vick after her, but I knew that she wouldn't talk to me. I told Ma to tell her that I said hi and that I missed her and promptly hung up the phone. I had slunk back to my apartment from the office trying not to completely go berserk from stress at work and my failing relationship with my now very distant sister.

Christmas was here now and I had started to date Madge in late September this year. I was planning on going home for Christmas, but since my boss wouldn't let me have that week off I was going to have Rory, Vick, and Posy all come out here for Christmas, so that way I could see them and Ma could get a break. So, I bought them train tickets and sent them home and Rory and Vick came but Ma told me Posy had passed out yesterday and the District's doctor and Prim both agreed to put her on bed rest for the week for some mysterious reason that Ma or anyone else knew. But, I went along with it, so I hadn't got to see her that week.

When June rolled around I had decided to get up the guts to try and propose to Madge. Of-course she had said yes and then we started to plan our wedding for late January. We had planned it all out. Ma and my siblings and Madge's folks would take the train out in November and would stay until after the wedding to help Madge and I out. Rory would be my best man and Katniss was going to be the Maid-of-honor. Vick, Peeta (yes, I said Peeta), Tom our neighbor and friend, and Kyle my other friend from school would be the groomsmen and Prim, Posy, and two of Madge's cousins would be the bridesmaids. Everything was perfect, until November came around and everybody, but my little sister had shown up. Ma told me that she was in a literal depression and had an anxiety attack about coming so, they thought it would be best if she stayed home. I felt so guilty. I had caused this. If I would have just stayed at home or if I had at least given her more time to think, instead of just saying, "Hey, by the way I'm moving far away! I hope I didn't screw up your childhood, just now! Have fun! Send letters!" then maybe she would have not been so...whats the word Rory and Vick used. Traumatized by it. So, the wedding was beautiful, but it was lacking a rather important bridesmaid and a piece of my family, but it was beautiful. I married the girl of my dreams and I saw most of my family again after two and a half years almost. It was eventually over and everybody headed home, wherever home was to them and Madge and I started our lives together.

May and December's kept rolling by and still I had not seen, heard, or talked to Posy. Of-course I still sent her letters and gifts and tried to call her, but still no luck had seized me through it all. And then last week I was called into my boss's office and he told me that he was transferring me to guess which district. That's right. District 12. Apparently over the past four and a half almost 5 years, All of the districts had started to help out with defense. So, we were moving to 12. When I told Madge that day, she had literally started bouncing up and down with excitement. I was happy actually. But I was still worried about Posy's reaction. If what they have been telling me, she had just gotten to where she can function on her own a few months ago, would she be able to handle it. I mean, I was not going to move and live there without her knowing, that would be just stupid, but would we all be able to work through this. So, we packed up our small apartment and moved to District 12 two days ago and arrived last night on the train. Ma had let us stay while we tried to find somewhere to live.

And then, this morning. May 27th. Posy's 16th Birthday. I had breakfast with Ma, Madge, Vick, Rory, and Prim, when there was a knock on the door. Rory left to answer the door and left the rest of us to our pancakes and bacon. I remember as a child that we were luck if we got true bread, but know we were all fancily eating our pancakes. It was quite funny watch a 34 year old, a 23 year-old, and a 19 year-old play with their food as they talked in funny accents, but alas I had to get to go set up my office for the first day on the job here in District 12 tomorrow. So I kissed Madge goodbye, hugged Ma and bayed Prim and Vick goodbye as I headed for the door, and stepped out to see a girl with long waist length dark brown hair, Seam grey eyes, and a scared and angry look on her face glaring at Rory for a minute before she bolted off the porch as if she was afraid of me.
"POSY!" Rory yelled at the top of his lungs as he tied his shoe really quick and ran down the steps to chase after her. The first thing that registered my mind was what I was about to say.

"POS! I AM SORRY!" I screamed after her and bolted after Rory. I watched as she ran away from us Rory and I were yelling after her to stop and that we were sorry, but she kept running. She ran through town and then towards the road to the Seam. I stopped for a second at the beginning, but quickly continued after her and my eldest younger brother towards our old house from before the Rebellion. Our house looked like it had been split in two and nailed back together pretty poorly, but she ran inside and slammed the door behind her.

I passed Rory and started to knock on the door yelling to her that I was sorry about the whole thing and that I loved her and the whole story of us moving here. Rory joined in after a few seconds and we were standing there for a half an hour, begging her to open the door, but after I had started to become hysterical we both stopped and listened. I could here her faintly sobbing. It felt as if I been stabbed in the heart by a old rusty knife. I felt a tear leak down my face and I knew that she needed time to be by herself. Walked away from the door slightly and looked over it.

"Happy Birthday, Posy." I whispered and dragged Rory away towards home.

And now I am sitting here at the dinning room table with Ma, Madge, and Prim. All of us sipping broth and keeping quiet. Sadly it was only 9:30 in the morning. The day had practically not even started yet and I was already begging for it to end. I wonder how Posy is right now? If I was bad, she had to be worse. Had her seeing me just started something again? I slammed my fist on the table in frustration, causing the broth to slosh out slightly, but I was so upset and worried, I didn't care.

"Gale?" Madge asked as she looked me over with worried eyes, "Why are you in such a rutt?" her famous line. Why are you in such a rutt? She asked me that every time I was upset about something.

"Prim honey? Will you take Madge over to see the apothecary? I want to speak with Gale for a while." Ma asked. Prim nodded and led my wife out of the house.

"Gale? Come here." Ma said as she opened her arms. I slid my chair next to hers and I hugged her as if she was the last thing I had. I felt tears start to well up again, but I tried to fight them.

"Oh, sweetie. It's gonna be okay." she told me as she rubbed my back like she use to do when I was a child.

"No it's not. My own sister hates me. She has hated me for almost five years and I don't blame her, Ma." I weeded into her shoulder and I let go of all of my emotions that I had kept bottled up, "She doesn't write. Or call. Or visit. She didn't come to the wedding or any holidays. She practically killed herself over me."

"Oh, Gale. You silly little goose." she told me as she tried to get me to calm down. I remember when she called me that as a kid. I secretly liked it for the longest time as a teenager, but I didn't let it show, "There is a lot more to it than that. Posy, doesn't hate you. She misses you. She may still hide some hateful feelings, but she does miss you more than you know. Now, I want you to calm down and let her calm down and then I will get Josh to bring her over here, and we will all sit down and talk this out." I sniffled and I nodded my head as I continued to sob. My sister doesn't hate me. But she misses me. I would have never gotten that from her behavior, but whatever girls are impossible to predict.

I maned up and stopped crying, and made the excuse that I never got to the office. I kissed Ma's cheek goodbye and walked out the door.

Josh's POV-

I left Posy in her room to try and get some rest that she really needed. I walked out of the small shack-like house and out onto a trail road that use to be called the Seam, before the Rebellion. At least that's what Posy told me. I kicked rocks on my way towards town trying to keep myself from running around the whole District to find Gale and Rory and wring their necks for this whole thing. I am still trying to process the little I could make out from Posy about what happened. What I got from the whole thing was Rory, wild, three, four, Gale, and mad dash. I think that is what she said anyways, with her sobbing and shaking it was so hard to understand.

I reached the bustling town after about five minutes and the first person my eyes laid on was Rory Hawthorne. He was sitting out side of the bakery on the bench that Posy likes to do homework on during her breaks. I really wish that I didn't have to work today, or if I could just work somewhere else for once and that is saying a lot since I love my job as Junior Baker. I stomped into town to get some strange looks from the people in the square, but I didn't care. I was about two stores down from the bakery when Rory spotted me. He shot up and ran down the stairs to meet me, which I really wish he didn't because I was not in the mood to speak with him right now.

I gritted my teeth and stopped where I was. If he was gonna talk to me, I didn't want it to look like I wanted to talk to him. He reached me and I could see that he was worried.

"Please, Josh. Tell her I am sorry." he pleaded. I glared at him and tried to walk past him, but he stepped in front of me.

"Please. I didn't know Gale was going to come strolling out of the house when she was there. If I did I would have given her a heads up about this. Please just try and convince her to forgive me." I continued to glare at him and then I started to speak in the most deadly voice I have ever talked in.

"Rory. My best friend. Your sister, is at home passed out from anti-anxiety pills. Right now is not the best time to talk to me." I told him and then dashed around him and up the steps to the bakery door. I walked in and slammed it behind me startling Katniss at the counter.

"Josh? Whats wrong?" she asked.

"I don't wanna talk about it. Sorry I am late." I told her in the kindest voice I could manage even though I was already fumming mad. She nodded and I walked into the back and slid off my sweatshirt and tied my apron around my waist. I walked over to the sink and washed my hands as Peeta came out of the decorating room with a tray full of cookies.
"How did Posy like her cake?" he asked.
"She loved it." I told him, "She actually is taking the day off I believe." He looked at me like I was joking and started to laugh.
"How did you get her to do that?"
"Long story."
"Okay. Anyways, Bex is sick, so I am going to help you in the baking room and work in the decorating room." he told me.
"Peeta, I'll work on baking, so that way you can get all the stuff decorated." I told him as I dried my hands and leaned back on the counter.
"Are you sure. Its a lot of work."
"That's what I need right now." I told him, he nodded and I got to work straight away.

Prim's POV-
I walked over to the apothecary with Madge, but she seemed to be lost in thought. We walked up the steps to the store front and I unlocked the door. Madge and I walked in and I flipped on the light switch. I showed her around, but she was still lost in thought. When we reached the file room, Madge finally spoke.
"Prim. What is wrong with Posy?" she asked. I sighed and walked over to one of the filing cabinets and pulled out a thick binder sized chart with the name, Posy Juliet Hawthorne, written on the side. I closed the cabinet and sat at the small desk we had in their and gestured Madge to join me. She sat to the side of me in a wheely chair and I looked at her.
"Promise me you wont mention this to Gale." I asked her. She nodded.
"I promise." I opened the chart and slid it over to where we could both read the fine print.

Posy's chart was larger than others. You see from the time you are born, until the time you are buried you have a medical chart that stays with you. It has every record of any cold, disease, health problems, or psychological problems you have or had. I remember when Posy's chart was so thin you could barely find it, and then when Gale left it expanded by the day it seemed like. It got to the point where we didn't even put it away, we just kept it on top of the cabinet or at the front desk, because something seemed to happen everyday. Whether it was that Posy had another panic attack or she was starving herself or what every it was that day, it went in her file and that is where it would stay. Madge started to read through the papers, her face turning from thought to worry then to confusion and back to worry.
"So, she really did pass out when she heard about the wedding?" Madge asked. I nodded.
"She had such a bad panic attack and high emotions she hyperventilated and we tried to shock her, but she passed out and we didn't know how safe it was for her to go to District 2. We had to put her on anti-anxiety pills just to keep from hyperventilating to death. We didn't want to worry you and Gale, so we told you she was sick, and technically she was. I am sorry for not telling you the full truth from the beginning, but we all thought it was for the best." I explained. She looked down and nodded.
"I would have rather her be healthy than be forced to watch us get married." she told me, "We may not be blood related, but I still think of her as my little sister."
"I think she could really use an older sister." I said truthfully, "I cant quite be both her sister and therapist. It just doesn't quite work out. Maybe, her next session, you can join us and we can work together. She was actually doing good for a while, but since the incident with Gale all of our hard work may have just gone done the toilet, but we can build it back up."
"Okay. I will help. I need to help. It will be good for both of them. When is her next session?" Madge asked.
"Tomorrow at 2. After she gets out of school.", I replied and Madge nodded.
"Ill be there."

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