Hunger Games *On Hold*

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Aticus' POV

I was running to the water trough, urgency propelling me forward. My mother was in dire need of water, the fever she had running high. Only water and the willow leaves that grew beside the trough would save her now. Running as fast as I can, I almost trip over the trough, I rip a handful of willow leaves and mix them in with the water. This would have to do. I start running back home, carefully not spilling a drop of the precious water. 

I jump over the front porch, and leap into the house. I had athlete legs, due to the fact that I was on the sprinting team up until the rebellion. 

I was too late. 

Her pale body was in her bed, right where I left her. Pale as death itself, black hair spread out wide behind her. We share the black hair. It didn't matter anymore. 

Something inside me breaks as I see her dead body there. Dead, cold and lifeless. 

I scream. 

It was unlike anything I had ever heard. It was full of sorrow, remorse, guilt, and most of all, anger. He heard a capitol car rumble by. Perhaps they would kill me for making too much noise. That was okay. 

The peacekeepers charge into my house. They took in the house, and me, kneeling on the ground, screaming for all I was worth. 

My father died when I was three. My baby sister died when I was six. My mother died when I was 16. 

She lasted the longest. 

I would die soon. 

The peacekeepers rush to me, probably receiving new orders from Coin. 

One slams the butt of his gun on my temple. Pain shoots from my head. Blood blossoms in my black hair.  I didn't care. 

I welcomed it.