Prim and I sat next to dad who lay in his hospital bed surrounded by machines. He was going to die in less then a week, that's what all the doctors said.

"It's a Mockingjay." Dad whispered.

"You mean a mocking bird?" I said questioningly staring down at the golden pin.

"No it's a Mockingjay. Well that's what Mags said when she gave it to me." Dad replied.

"I've never heard of it."Prim said.

"It doesn't matter. It's a pretty pin anyway. You girls can keep it. It's good luck." Dad said handing it to me.

I pressed my lips together. The pin would probably be more useful to him. He needed more luck then any of us. He was dieing of cancer. I'm not really sure what type, but what does it matter? Knowing where his cancer is isn't going to help him survive.

"We can't accept it. It's yours anyway." I said handing the pin back to Dad.

"Please don't die Dad. We love you." Prim said.

"I'm not planning on leaving you. I don't care what some smart doctor with smelly breath says." Dad whispered stubbornly, glaring at the doctor who was standing a few metres away.

Prim and I both laughed and the doctor pretended he didn't hear.

"I love you my Mockingjays." Dad said.

Less then a week later the smart doctor with smelly breath turned out to be right. Dad died of cancer.

Prim and I didn't talk to anyone for days. Mum didn't talk either. We just cried and cried and cried. One day there was a knock on the door. It was Dr. Smelly Breath. He gave us two letters. One addressed to Mum and one for me and Prim. He said he had found it under Dads hospital bed.

I read the letter to Prim.

"Dear My Two Mockinjays," I read "I love you both very much. I know you will be sad when I have gone but please don't let that stop you from living your life. I want you to be happy. Here is the Mockingjay pin. I have sticky taped it to the envelope. I will miss you.

Good luck

Love from,

Dad."

We cried. We cried until we could cry no more. I pinned the letter Prim and I's cork board in our room next to all the photos of us and dad and mum. I put the pin on the board too. It was a reminder to be happy.

A few months after Dad's funeral Prim got cancer too. The same type Dad had got. When I asked why the doctors said it was genetics. I didn't even bother to ask what that meant. A few months after that Prim died too.

At her funeral I didn't even cry. I don't know why. Maybe it was because I was already sad after my dad's death and I had run out of tears. Maybe it was because I didn't believe Prim was dead. Or maybe it was because I was angry. Angry at the stupid doctors who didn't save her. Angry at the funeral guy who pretended to care about Prim. Angry at Mum who was becoming a drunk. Angry at cancer. Angry at everything.

Before Prim was buried I opened her coffin the tiniest bit. I didn't want to look at her body. I couldn't stand the thought of accepting her death. Instead I pulled the Mockingjay Pin out of my pocket and dropped it into her coffin. I whispered good luck and good bye and closed the coffin. Only then did I burst into tears. I began sobbing hysterically, pleading her to come back alive. I didn't care that there were about a dozen pairs of eyes staring at me.

One of Prim's friend's older brother, picked me up and carried me away from the coffin. He put me down, calmed me down and asked if I was okay.

"No." I had whimpered." I wish the sadness would just go away."

"That's the thing about pain... It demands to be felt." He replied, standing up.

He walked away, leaving me very confused. I buried by face in my hands thinking about how dad had called Prim and I Mockingjays. But Prim is dead now, I thought.

There's just one Mockingjay left now

A/N sorry this chapter is really boring and the end is really random. It will get better I promise!XD oh and I used I tifios quote *squeals* I have never used this website before so it might take a while for me to work it out btw.