{At Death's Door}

OOC: I'm ignoring your post Iliver. Not how I want it. Still got my family to say bye to.

The girl leaves, and the usher brings my family in. My father, my brother, and my sister just stand there; looking at me. I can sense the raw emotions, the sadness. My father would lose his son, and my sister and brother would lose a sibling.

I stare down at the necklace, not wanting to say anything. It was too tense. I know that our time was running out. Soon I'm going to be stuffed in a train heading for the Capitol. Heading to my grave.

My father kneels down to my level. "Ore, don't worry about us. We'll manage. But you have to promise me you'll do your best to win," he says, his voice deep.

I nod, a lump in my throat. I want to cry, because my father never said something like this to me. I stare at his eyes, wanting to embrace him in a warm hug. But I can't. It would be too heartbreaking.

Next is my brother. He's a few years older than me. He looks down at me, and smiles. I don't know why he smiles, it kind of creep me out. But then he says;

"You'll win this, Ore. Now doubt about it. You'll rip them all apart!"

His voice is loud, very loud. I can tell from his tone that he's trying not to cry. I nod again, unable to say anything.

Last is my sister, just five years old. She still doesn't understand what's going on. She doesn't know her brother is going to die. She hugs my leg, and that's all.

The usher gestures to them to get out of the room, and they do. My heart now explodes, and it makes me run up and capture my father in one last hug.

"I love you," I say. I don't ever want to let go of him, never want to separate. But we have to eventually, and my father was the one who pulled me away. He held my shoulders in a tight grip. His face was serious and firm.

"Make me proud."

And once he stepped out the door with the rest of my family, I swore in my head I would.