I've got a new Oneshot for you guys. It is AU Modern Day but sticking with the Mockingjay storyline, Prim has died. I won't give away any more. I entered this in a contest on another site, so hopefully it's ok. I could really use some feedback.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, the wonderful Suzanne Collins does.

I stand at the bottom of the steps, willing myself to enter the pale blue house that used to be called home. I know this porch like the back of my hand, but I can't seem to force my feet to move.

There are so many memories in that house, so many moments of laughter and love. So many times that I'd been comforted and cared for, holding my baby sister in my arms.

My fondest memories lie deep within this structure.

I take a breath before my first step, slowly inching my way up.

1, 2, 3...

I reach for the light switch on the wall, the menacing room becoming illuminated with warm yellow light.

I've never seen it this way before.

This once beautiful and lively home is dead. It's cold and dark, and absolutely uninviting.

Yet traces of you continue to bleed through.

There is the stool by the counter that you used to do your homework on, and I can hear you giggle as you draw stick figures over your math notes. I watch you put down your book on the pile in the living room before you wrap your arms around me.

And the funny thing is that I feel your warm embrace as it curls around me; you are as real as I am.

I find your round, pink sunglasses on the coffee table, a hair ribbon on the floor, and the phone number of the boy across the street stuck up on the fridge.

All things that are real solid proof that you were actually here, and not just some figment of my imagination that slipped away too soon.

Then I notice something in the corner, a small fluffy teddy bear.

I pick it up, remembering the love that came with it.

It almost brings me to tears.

You run up unsteadily and pull it from my hands with chubby fingers, your small form running away.

Please don't run away...

I can hear the swing set in the backyard creak as you push your little legs faster and faster, trying to reach the sky and fly away.

And you did. You flew away so far that I'll never be able to catch you...

But why is it that I feel you everywhere?

I see you curled up on the sofa, a wide grin across your face. It is the one thing that can make me smile.

You take my hand and spin me around, and we dance to the music in your head.

I wish we could stay like this forever.

You whisper to me,

I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone...

But your voice is just a breeze through my hair; it's not really there.

Because I know you're not gone, you're still here.

And your ghost is everywhere.