The Future Mockingjay🕊️

Chapter One

The bomb...Prim!

I ran towards her in hope of reaching her before the bomb went off, but I find I can't. It was like I was on an elevator. I couldn't reach her no matter how much I ran. The bomb went off and I watched Prim, sweet and innocent Prim, die once again.

I woke up screaming Prim's name, thrashing about for a few minutes as Peeta burst into our room, trying to calm me down. I finally managed to settle down and leaned my throbbing and aching head onto Peeta's shoulders.

"Shh, everythings okay now, Katniss..."

"Prim..." was all I could say.

It had been years and years since the war had ended, but I still got flashbacks, memories and nightmares from it.

"I'll get a cup of milk sweetened with sweet honey for you. Okay with that, Katniss?" he said, releasing his grip on my shoulders.

"Okay" I whispered with a shaky smile, grateful to have Peeta here with me.

He went out, and I stared into the ceiling, calming myself down until Peeta came back. Peeta came back with a plate of sugar cookies and my cup of milk.

"What would I do without you, Peeta?" I sighed, inhaling the sweet scent of the cookies and eating them up slowly. I occasionally took a sip of the milk, and after that the cookies and milk was history.

Soon after, Thyme came in the room, eyes still blurry from sleep.

"Goodmorning, mom and dad!" he greeted us with a croaky voice, but with a grin so like Peeta, the one that could light up the whole world.

"Goodmorning, Thyme. Now, wake your lazy sister of yours, will you?" He replied teasingly, probably to make me laugh. Well, Peeta has never failed me before.

I laughed, and got out of bed to prepare breakfast for the kids while Thyme woke up Willow.

I am still amazed at how much Thyme resembled his father, with that golden-brown hair and stocky body. The only thing that resembled me was his gray eyes.

I shook my head to clear it and finished preparing the wooden table just as Willow came floating down the stairs in a morning haze. She hugged me morning, then went in search of her father, always a daddy's girl. She resembled Prim so much, except for her hair, which was dark, like mine.

"Can we go to the woods today, mum? I want to polish my knife skills!" Thyme asked, running to me.

"Of course, Thyme. Right after breakfast. Get Willow to go too." I replied with a bright smile.

The woods. It still had a thousand memories of Gale, and sometimes, just sometimes, I wished he was here too, in District 12. He would make a great uncle to the kids.

Willow danced towards me, her blue eyes shining at the thought of going into the woods again. She shared the same interests and talent as me, great with the bow and arrow. Her brother took after Peeta.

"What's for breakfast? Ooh! Sugar cookies! Did daddy make them?" Willow asked.

"Yes, sweetie. Now eat up." I said as I saw Thyme coming in.