Come home please [Tom]

The breeze blows across Mocking's face. The events from the past week or so flashing past him like always, so stuck in where he always is. Too much to comprehend. Too much to lose. Too much that had been lost. Storm did make it out, but not in the way that the family had wanted. Then the house fell apart. It was all chaotic, the only sane ones in the house was Wess, Stell, and himself. Though, nothing changed and the problems got worse. The days felt longer as the girls cried and Red stayed silent.

It was all Mocking's fault. He shouldn't have let Storm go. Though, what choice did he have? He couldn't volunteer. He couldn't have stopped it. There was no way Mick could have saved Storm from his fate. The fate of the fairy boy. Lucy had died though by that Saffron girl, who was her friend. Mick didn't want anyone to die. This whole games have been a flash of chaos and all it has caused for him is to grow greater feelings for spending time with the family and enjoying the memories while they last, before they vanish forever.

Mocking had watched Red and Mist and made sure they were fine since Storm's death. The one person who he would think to be able to stay strong besides Stell, Wess, and himself was Fawn. Though, she had left the house from the sadness of two people that she loved dying. Mick didn't expect to see her leave from the house. He didn't expect her to leave into the woods for days. Mick did nothing. Mick watched her leave and kept his mouth shut. A few days after that Ma had interrogated him on her whereabouts and thus the search for her was on. Though, it was only him who was going to look for her.

The brothers and sisters at home didn't think anything of it, since Mick was gone sometimes on his adventures for a day or more. They simply thought nothing of it. Mick was worried though. He didn't want anything to happen to her. He was one of the big brothers after all. He may be a middle child, but he is definitely not forgotten. He let Red do the same thing once and look at him now, blind and sad. Mocking wouldn't fail on another Jay this time. He wouldn't allow it. This family was gonna be ok. It was all going to be ok. As long as Mick was still alive and moving, the shadows wouldn't swallow this family whole, unlike other families around Panem. This family was strong and united and Mick wouldn't let it break until the day he died.

Mick was in the forest on a trail that he had found. Sure, he knew little of tracking and such, but he could still notice little things, such as footprints and maybe snapped twigs and such. Tracking seemed easy to him. Storm once told him about a book that he had. Maybe Mick would pick it up and read it. That's all Storm did when he was alive. It must have helped in the games somewhat, but Mick didn't need it, he has some of his own skills.

The forest was a quiet place and reminded Mick of the adventures through these places. One of his biggest secrets was that he would run out in the woods and be alone and think. It was the best place for him to do it. Though, that was when the house was lively and had no shadows swallowing it. Mick felt like a candle light in the dark. He was leading the family out of the darkness, the best he could. The darkness is strong though and they lose another person here and there, but the fact was that Mick would help his family out one day.

The sounds of sobbing and a voice was what caught Mick's attention right away. He followed the sound of the voice, until he reached the big oak tree. His big oak tree. Mick chuckled at the sight of his sister. It wasn't a laughing matter, but the fact that she had made her way to his thinking spot amused him. He watched her try to climb the tree, until she failed three times in a row and give up. Fawn had begun to walk and he followed. Then he stepped on a few twigs and she was running. Mick ran after her. She was gone when he reached the area she had went to. If she ran further, then he had no clue where she was. That was when he heard her speak. "Mick?"

The tree roots were where the sound came from. He walked closer to the roots. Mick pulled her out from the roots and engulfed her into a hug. She smelt different, it was probably from the fact that she was gone for awhile. More like a few days. Mick pulled away and scolded her. "Do you even know how worried Ma is? I am sorry, but this is not a way to express your feelings of loss. I understand how it feels. Storm was my brother too. The house has been in shambles since Storm died and then it became worse when you left. Do you know how long it takes to put Red to sleep? He doesn't sleep well. Mist doesn't either. Leaving was a selfish thing."

Mick paused thinking about everything that has happened. Then he continues. "But I understand where you were coming from. I understand how much pain you must be going through. You lost your boyfriend and cousin. You lost your brother. For godsake, might as well say that Mist and Red are lost too. I feel like I lost you too. We need you Fawn. I can't be the only one keeping this family together. That's just too much on my plate. What I need is for you to be strong. Don't do it just for me though. Do it for the ones we have lost. Storm and Jabber. Do it for the ones you love. Do it for Mist and Red. Do it for yourself. You're tearing yourself apart. Come with me and come home please. Everyone misses you and they need you. Especially right now. Please."

Mick watched Fawn careful, trying to catch a glimpse of happiness in her. Mick wanted his speech to affect her. He wanted it to help her out of the dark and into the light. He needed another candle by his side to guide the family out from the dark. He needed to bring her from the dark and into a new light. Into a light that she would remember forever. A light that would show her happiness. A light that Mick wanted to show her. A light that would provide her with all she wants and needs. Something to keep her alive. Something to keep her together