not the one for you [Ani]

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there's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold
and she's buying a stairway to heaven
when she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed
with a word she can't get what she came for
and she's buying a stairway to heaven

Everybody in Panem was a puppet. They always had a manipulator, somebody who seized the control bars and made them dance like little fools. Marionettes stumbled throughout life always having someone ruling an iron fist over their head, ready to place them on the chopping block. Some puppeteers got tired of their old toys and wanted new ones. They always tossed their old toys out to be stepped on and shattered beyond repair. Jabber was one of those old toys, collecting dust in the empty streets. It was only a matter of time before a car came rolling by.

Jabber was standing in front of his house one last time, hands clasped together and eyes closed. He needed to talk to Fawn. The words he had rehearsed tasted foreign on his tongue, spicy and almost bitter. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale. The porch looked like it belonged to a stranger now. He wouldn't be living with the Jays anymore. Whether he returned to District Nine or not, he would not be under their roof, be a part of their family. Earlier, in the Justice Building he had heard the hearts of many falling out of their chests and shattering on the floor like stained glass. Now his heart would join the broken in the dark cemetery that loomed on the hill. Whether they knew it or not, the Jay family had died. It seemed that their flight would be thrown off course for good.

He slowly walked up the front steps, listening to the wood creak beneath his feet. Now that he was coming here for the last time, Jabber was noticing things that he hadn't before. A spider web had formed on the ceiling, over a broken light fixture. There were two old wicker chairs in the corner, one overturned and the other one fashioning a plethora of splinters. Ouch. The door had many dents in the peeling white wood. One of the windows was broken, and there were glass shards hidden under an overturned flowerpot. The roof was painted blue. Why blue?

As he remembered what he came here to do, he realized that he was just looking for a distraction. He wanted to keep his mind off the Games, and off of Fawn and the rest of the Jays. But this visit was only made just so he could talk to Fawn. It pained him to leave her, but it would hurt even more to say what he needed to say. Jabber slowly raised his hand to knock on the door, taking a deep breath. Before his knuckles could kiss the rough, calloused wood the door swung open. There stood Fawn in the doorway.
"Um... hi, Fay-fay."

but she wants to be sure
cause you know sometimes words have two meanings
in a tree by the brook,
there's a songbird who sings
sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven

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