The Hanging Tree

Chapter 18

I curled up and fell asleep on the roof that night, it wasn't as cold as I had expected it to be. The next morning was bright and birds chirped. No one had died during the night, if someone had I would've heard the cannon.
Surely Johannah and Finnick had teamed up, those two became close friends during the last games. If I could, they might accept me into their group long enough for us to find Peeta and kill him. Then I run. I second guess myself, is it really worth a knife in the back to kill Peeta? No. I might as well find him myself. I can track down animals just fine, humans shouldn't be a problem. My stomach grumbles, and I almost can't recognize the feeling of hunger. I've become so use to having all the money I need that I haven't starved in a year.
There's something gnawing in the back of my mind, like I'm forgetting something. Then is dawns on me....
Prim and my Mother.
I had forgotten to ask Gale how they were. How selfish am I? To forget my family like that, after all the years of keeping them alive. If Snow killed them then those years were waste by me and my selfish mind. I shake the awful thought away and pull some crackers from my pack. The hunger will come back, but it's an easy enemy for me fight. I head down the fire escape, leaving the ladder down for me to come back to. I take a peek at what's inside the building I was hiding on top of. I wipe away the dust from the window and cup my hands around my eyes and the glass.
A children's store. Baby's clothes to what looks like twelve year old clothes are hung up and folded neatly. I decide to show myself in and look around. I walk around to the front and golden painted letters are along the glass. It's so worn that I can't make out the store's name. I open the rusty door and a bell rings out to welcome me.
Everything is neatly stacked and covered in dirt and dust. The store first shows clothing for the children and toys in the back. On the counter there's jewelry from rings to necklaces in glass bowls. I look around in the bowl until I see a bird, what looks to be a dove, trying to fly off the necklace. The bird reminds me of Prim. I take the necklace and put it in my back pocket. I go behind the counter and look at the old receipts and plastic bags.
The door rings to welcome another costumer.