When The Canary Sings

An Open Ending

First Person Point of View: Becca Blue:

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"Becca?" Haymitch asked, I know he's standing right outside my door. I roll over to find Will right next to me. I quietly wake him up and nod to the door. WIll springs up, kisses my forehead, and hops out the window.

"Becca?"

"Mmmm, yeah?" I mumble, acting like I just woke up, I hear Haymitch chuckle outside the door.

"Tired from last night?" He asks, "you decent? Can I come in?" He asks, and my heartbeat picks up. His voice sounds serious, but I swallow my nerves.

"Yeah," I say, not rising from my bed yet. The door creaks open and Haymitch opens my curtains to see an open window. He looks back at me with an amused look on his face, "it was hot." I grumble, pulling the covers over my head. I feel him sit down on the side of my bed, and the room goes scarily silent.

He gently pulls the covers down and looks into my eyes, "up and at 'em, kid," he says. "I gotta show ya something." He says,and leaves it at that. I get out of bed and forget I'm still in the dress from last night. "You wore that to bed?" He asks, and I nod. He leaves the room and I quickly get changed.

I walk downstairs and he leads me out of the house.

"Where are we going?" I ask, but he shrugs my question off, but I recognize the path we're taking. It's the route to the hanging tree.

On our way there, we pass Will who is sweeping the streets. I give him a look and he rushes over.

"Hi Becca, Hi, Mr. Abernathy," He says, Haymitch shrugs. "Where are y'all off too?" He asks.

"Y'all were friends with the Craw girl, right?" He asks, and both our faces go pale, "the one with the red cape?" He asks, and we nod. He doesn't say anymore because we reach the Hanging Tree.

As we walk up the hill I see a noose hanging around one of the taller branches, but it's not just the noose.

It's her cape as red as blood hanging.

It hangs, the hood looped through the noose as if the body were inside, but there is no body, just the cape. Will and I immediately rush forwards and jump up on the wooden stage with the system of trap doors. Will pulls down the cape as I look for any signs of her.

On the floor, directly underneath the noose is a lock of her hair, like it was yanked from her head, the ribbons she always wore in her hair, and the smaller piece of blue cloth, although it had big stains of red blood. I picked it up and showed Will.

"You don't think..." he says carefully, holding her cape.

"Dead before she left the district," I repeat my words from last night. My heart is aching, and I feel like collapsing. Why me? Why is it always me?

"Breadcrumbs." Will suddenly says, and my head picks up. Haymitch is talking to some peacekeepers far away, probably trying to persuade them to let us stay. "Breadcrumbs, you gave her breadcrumbs?" He asks, and I nod, confused, "if she managed to escape, maybe she was smart enough to give us a clue that she escaped?" Will said, and I stood there shocked for a second.

Why was he all of a sudden so worried about her!? I mean she was the one that yelled at me in front of a bunch of different people calling me Capitol. I know I sound like a complete bitch, but why was Will so obsessed with finding her? He was my friend! He barely knew her! He's mine!

"Yeah, I gave her bread." I finally say, and he smirks and takes my hand. We run as fast as we could to the meadow, and to the electric fence. As we walked up and down it, we searched for anything, and I tried to push the weird, green feeling out of my head.

"Look!" I say, pointing at the fence, there, stuck onto one of the spikes of the electrified barbed wire, was a ripped piece of breath from the loaf. Despite my weird feelings, I start to cry, "you think...?"

"Maybe," he says, and pulls me in for a hug. Could she have taken a detour, faked her own death, then made a run for it? What ever she did--what ever happened to her--went unsolved. No clues, no for sure answer, just some gut feelings and a pice of cloth, leaving Celica's story up to an open ending. 

After that, we simply walked back home and sat by the fireplace all day. 

A/N: 

Sorry for no update and a short chapter!

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