FINALLY! THE NEXT CHAPTER IS THE SEASON FINALE! :D SO IT WILL BE ON A BREAK UNTIL NOVEMBER 1ST. I'LL BE WORKING ON OTHER FANFICS UNTIL THEN! THIS WILL BE A LONG CHAPTER!

I DON'T OWN ANYTHING.

I wait leniently as Prim examines the room. Looking at all the jars and cans I've filled will acorns, pine needles and wildflowers over the years and at some of the pictures I've brought up.

"Does Mom know?" I ask.

Prim shrugs, "Well... I said I was going to play outside..."

"Does anyone know you're here?"

"Lindley does. I told her I was going to follow you. Beth and Mere might know, but I'm not sure."

I sigh and check my phone. It's a little after noon. I guess we'll leave early. "Come on, let's get back."

I pull a jacket out of the nightstand drawer and give it to Prim who forgot hers.

The trek down is a little shorter because it's downhill. Prim's teeth chatter loudly so I take a scarf out of my bag and wrap it around the bottom half of her face. She looks ridiculously buddle up like that kid from A Christmas Story.

At least it's stopped raining.

By the time we got home, Mom and Aunt Susan are in the living room talking.

"How was your walk?" Mom asks me, raising an eyebrow then looking at Prim.

"Fine." I say. I head upstairs to put on some sweatpants and an overly large shirt. I can tell Mere and Beth are downstairs in the garage. On the way down I pass Prim who is standing in the middle of the spiral staircase, looking up at the top of the stairs. She still wearing the coat but she's pulled the scarf down to her neck.

"What?" I ask her.

She glances over at me, I see terror in her eyes. "Tell the lady to stop looking at me," She whispers in a hushed voice.

I stand next to her and follow the direction of her eyes. She swallows. She's staring at a painting that I hadn't noticed before. It's of a woman wearing an old-fashioned dress and she has a blank, almost bored face. "Prim it's a painting."

"It's giving me bad feelings..." Prim says still looking at it.

Grandpa comes out from his room and smiles. "Do you like the painting? Got it at an auction last week. Just got around to putting it up." He looks over at it proudly. "Grandma said it look exactly like her grandmother, how exquisite is that?"

"It's scary." Prim tells him.

"How's it scary?" Grandpa asks.

Prim climbs up to the top of the stairs over to Grandpa and puts her arms up, her way of asking to be held. Grandpa picks her up and walks closer to the picture. She points at the eyes. "Look, she's watching me." She waves her hand in front of the picture.

"Honey, that's a painting technique. The eyes aren't really watching you."

"It gives me bad feelings. I don't like it." Prim says.

I take this chance to bolt down the stairs and to the garage. I grab one of the controllers and add myself in.

"How was your 'walk?'" Beth asks, putting emphasis on the word 'walk.'

"Fine."

"Prim said she was going to find your place." Mere puts in. So I guess they did hear what Prim told Lindley. Either that or Lindley told them, she's probably having her afternoon nap right now.

I start feeling a little worried about Prim.

When Prim has feelings over something it usually means something.

Today we are visiting Dad's grave. It's right next to my Grandpa and my aunt's grave. We kind of have a spot in the cemetery reserved for our family which is weird. I don't want to be buried there. I want to be buried in a cemetery where I live. Maybe I don't get the choice.

I look into the back seat and Prim has her forehead resting against the cold glass, her eyes closed. She can't stand graveyards.

Mom pulls onto the gravel road. This whole car ride has been silent. I adjust the bouquet of flowers that is on my lap. It's filled with chrysanthemums, primroses and babies breaths. In shades of pinks, whites and yellows. Springtime colors on the drab, cold day. Prim asked for the primrose flowers to be added in while speed blinking her long lashes at the old lady at the flower department. The lady smiled and added them into the arrangement, she even left one out for Prim to keep.

Prim is holding the flower close to her chest, she could be asleep if you only glanced at her but she opens her eyes just a little every few seconds.

The car stops and we climb out. A metal gate covered in ivy and surrounded by wooden fences looms in front if us. The gates already open but no one is inside the desolate cemetery. This cemetery has no paths. Just dirt. No grass. Nothing. Just graves, headstones and benches here and there.

Some of the graves are from the eighteen hundreds or early nineteen hundreds. It's sad to say that most of the older graves are of small children. Mom told me once that a horrible sickness spread through this area and the children suffered the side-effects more than adults.

Dad's grave is near the back. We walk in silence. Prim sniffles but she isn't crying.

Finally we come to the grave.

James Everdeen

He will be missed

7-18-1973 to 1-14-2011

I lay the flowers at the base of the large headstone.

Then I look over at Grandpa's.

Haymitch Everdeen

Lived life to the fullest

12-23-1945 to 5-26-2004

If 'lived life to the fullest' means being a drunk then he lived life as full as full gets or whatever. I remember him being nice always giving me licorice. And that's it. Prim wasn't even alive when he died. She was in Mom's stomach still. I'm sure he was great but apparently her started drinking after Dad's sister Renee died in the eighties.

I don't know how she died. I've never asked Dad and I don't think Mom really knows. I'm sure Grandma, my Dad's mom, does. I wouldn't ask her in a million years, though. Grandma is the only one left in her family. Maybe bad luck is cursing my family.

Renee Everdeen

Only the good die young

9-24-1978 to 9-24-1987

That's clearly disturbing. 'Only the good die young.' That is scary actually. She was only nine. That makes it sad. She wasn't even double digits.

It must be awful for Grandma, now that I think about it. Outliving your entire family and being left completely alone. That's why she moved to Washington after Dad died. She must've realized that it was over. No one left. Except for us. But she couldn't move to LA. She grew up in Washington and might have a more hands to catch her. More familiar faces. Last time I saw her was over the summer. She wasn't as bright and cheery as I remembered. She smiled, but it was forced.

I take two flowers out of the bouquet and put them on Aunt Renee and Grandpa's headstones.

"Come on girls, let's go." Mom says stiffly. Prim grabs Mom's hand with tears streaming down her face.

I just keep my mouth shut and pretend to be looking at the large pine trees around the fence of the cemetery.

I didn't like this.

"We gotta stay up until midnight? Got it?" Mere tells us.

After dinner, we holed ourselves up inside the garage with snuggies and snacks. We put on Drop Dead Gorgeous because it's hilarious and cozied ourselves in beanbags. This year we've incorporated Prim who usually passes out by nine. Lindley begged to come down with us. We agreed but she was out by seven thirty so Beth and I carried her upstairs so Uncle Sean can put her to bed.

"I'm not falling asleep until three this morning." I say.

"Same here," Beth says.

"Prim how many bowls of candy are left." I ask.

"Um, three." Prim says from the pink beanbag.

"How much have you eaten?" Mere asks.

"Four bowls." Prim says as she pops another handful of our special candy concoction of skittles, tic-tacs, bottlecaps and nerds. We made it when Prim said she was a little sleepy. It's almost nine so we got to keep her awake.

"Can you still see straight?" I ask.

"Um... Sort of." Prim squints at the screen. I'm not sure of she should be watching this movie because there is some stuff in there that is pretty weird, but it's almost over.

"Elsie is being such a lame person." Beth says around a mouthful of popcorn.

"I know, why can't she be normal?" Mere sighs.

I smile. "Because she is a high-school."

"At least she's willing to come black-Friday shopping with us." Mere says.

"Only because she wants that stupid curling iron wand thing." Beth says with even more popcorn in her mouth.

"Well tomorrows Thanksgiving. And I am going to eat everything." I say.

I WAS AT CHUCK E. CHEESE WITH MY BROTHER SINCE IT WAS HIS BIRTHDAY AND WE WERE PLAYING THIS RACING GAME AND HE WAS SITTING ON MY LAP STEERING AND I WAS PUSHING THE PEDALS BECAUSE HE'S TOO SHORT AND I FELT SOMEONE WATCHING OVER MY SHOULDER AND I LOOKED OVER AND IT WAS CHUCK E. CHEESE THE DEMENTED RAT PERSON IN THE COSTUME AND I FREAKED OUT BECAUSE I WASN'T EXPECTING HIM TO BE THAT CLOSE TO MY FACE AND I SCREAMED "OH MY GODDD!" AND HE LIKE JUMPED TEN FEET IN THE AIR. THEN HE WALKED AWAY WITH HIS HANDS UP LIKE 'I'M DONE, THIS LITTLE FREAKSHOW DUMB STUPID BLOB OF NOTHING. I NEED A BETTER JOB BECAUSE I WAS FREAKING STALKING UP ON A LITTLE GIRL AND HER LITTLE BROTHER PRETENDING TO DRIVE A CAR' THAT LITTLE WEIRDO, LEAVE ME ALONE! HIS FACE WAS LITERALLY TWO FREAKING INCHES FROM MINE! GO. AWAY. PLEASE. CAN. YOU. NOT.

SORRY... SOMEBODY NEEDED TO KNOW...

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