Days go by. Maybe even a week. Every day the same thoughts run through my head.
She's going to die.
She's probably already dead.
I should have done something. Anything.
I'm a terrible mother.
I'll never have another child.
I can never replace the love I had for her.
I'm going to die alone.
I ruined my life.
I ruined Willow's life.
I ruined Rye's life.
I ruined Peeta's life.
I ruined everything.
When the Games end I'll be expecting her lifeless body in a wooden box, exactly like Rye's did.
The phone ringing startles me, I choose to ignore it, knowing its not important. Probably just someone calling to tell me Willow died.
It doesn't stop ringing. It just continues on and on and on. I finally get a headache and angrily answer the phone.
"What?! What could you possibly want?!"
"Hey Catnip." Gale, still using his pet name for me.
"Hey..."
"Congratulations."
"On what?"
"Willow. She won."
(A/N: So I have no idea if I'm going to continue this anymore.... But if you give me feedback and like this I will continue to write more and post! -claps- No, seriously. I want feedback. You better comment...)
