▫️Willow▫️
"Willow Mellark"
I froze. She means...me? But it can't be me, it's only one slip....
The others push me forward gently. No, it's not an illusion. It's real. I began to move towards the stage as if I was in a trance.
"No! Willow! You can't go! I volunteer! I volunteer!"
Mom. She must know she can't volunteer like she did for Aunt Prim anymore.
"Mrs. Mellark, I'm very, very sorry, but rules are rules. You are well over the age to volunteer once again."
I took a wobbly step forward.
"Willow" I hear my mom say. "Come here"
I respond immediately. I rushed towards her, not noticing any thing around me. Except her.
I breathed it her scent. Will it be the last time? She sobbed as she pulled me into her arms.
She looked me right in my eye. "You have to win, darling. I'll be your mentor. You have to try." She paused. "I'll give you advice. You are good with a bow and arrow, so you'll be fine. You'll be fine." She kissed my forehead.
"Mommy, don't cry. Of course I'll come back. For you. And dad. And Thyme. I'll be fine." I said, trying to comfort her, as I don't like to see anyone cry, especially mommy.
She let's me go, and daddy comes to hug me too. I hug on tightly. He doesn't tell me that everything is fine. Or that I'm safe.
"Willow, honey. You do know I love you, right? Your mom and your brother loves you too. Keep that in mind, okay? Can you try to win? For them? For us?" He says into my hair.
I nod. I will. I'll try my best.
He pats my hair, and pushes me lightly onto the stage. I walk, and walk. Not meeting anyone's eye. Just walk.
Aunt Effie draws another piece of paper, and I heard her say the name, but it registers nothing. Nothing at all. Until he volunteered.
"I volunteer as male tribute."
I jerk my head up and my eyes met with Thyme's. I shook my head fiercely, knowing mommy and daddy would be heartbroken. To know that both their children will go into the arena that they never, ever talk about in front of us. But that does not stop my brother. Bold and stubborn, but sweet and cheerful, my mother called him.
I, Willow Mellark and my brother, Thyme Mellark, are both going into the arena that gave my mommy nightmares.
And that thought scares me. A lot.
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The Future Mockingjay🕊️
FanfictionKatniss Everdeen, Mockingjay, thought that everything was finally safe and sound. But The Hunger Games begins again and Willow, 13 this year, and her brother, Thyme, 15, would have a chance of being reaped. What would Katniss and Peeta do? Read to f...
