Epilogue to "Mockingjay" by Suzanne Collins (My own version) | Teen Ink

Epilogue to "Mockingjay" by Suzanne Collins (My own version)

April 3, 2012
By firelord SILVER, Queensbury, New York
firelord SILVER, Queensbury, New York
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Favorite Quote:
"Two roads diverged in a wood, and I- I took the one less travelled by, and that has made all the difference." -Robert Frost

I know four things. One, I am named after my mother’s sister, Primrose Everdeen, who was killed in an explosion during the revolution against the Capitol. My full name is Primrose Rue Mellark. Two, my mother took part in what was once the Hunger Games; an annual event where 24 tributes from 12 districts between the ages of 12 and 18 would fight to the death in a televised arena. For all of Panem to see. Three, the old president of Panem, Coriolanus Snow, did not die by my mother’s hand as it was thought to have been. Perhaps he choked on his own blood and even laughed to death. But his daughter, Alma Coin, died on that very same day when an arrow pierced an unintended target: her heart. Four, my father, Peeta Mellark once saved my mother’s life with bread, and she returned that favor by healing him. Since that day of the Reaping, they were forever immortalized as the boy with the bread and the girl on fire.

I gently crawl out of bed and I can feel the radiant heat from my brother’s body. His name is Cinna. He has nightmares about the games of which he never took part of, so he occasionally comes into my room. But that’s okay, he’s still young. I traverse across the hardwood floor that quickly saps the heat-retaining energy from my feet. I stare into my parents’ room and notice my mother has begun to stir in a most unpleasing manner. Her nightmares again. My father is sound asleep, nothing could wake him. Ever so quietly, I tiptoe to her bed. I kneel down beside her and stroke her hair. I finish a very old lullaby once sung to my aunt and the little girl named Rue.

“...Here it’s safe, here it’s warm

Here the daisies guard you from every harm

Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true

Here is the place where I love you…”

A graceful expression reveals itself, and I see the beginning of a tear. Taking this as my cue, I walk into the living room. Beautiful images of paintings my father drew are hung about, and this place has a nice, homey feel to it.

I head over to the mahogany table and stroke a stab wound. I grab a cheese bun, my game bag, hunter’s jacket, bow and arrow, and a canteen of water. I’m an excellent shot and very good at hunting. My mother’s side. Of course.

I walk out the door into the cool summery air of August. District 12 has roots all around it. Meaning, so much history has happened within its boundaries even my own path has brushed past it. I steadily jog over to a grassy field called the Meadow. More appropriately, a graveyard. But this hardly bothers me. People live, people die, and people get buried.

Under president Paylor’s authority, Panem is a nice place to live. We’re self-supportive, thanks to the specialization of other districts, and rules and laws are created and enforced with a diplomatic and righteous heart. Hunting is still illegal because food supply is always kept constant, but I don’t care. It’s only because District 13 was so uptight about it. You could say I’m a rebel in training. As I think this, I hear Mockingjays whistle and sing. I duck under District 12’s outlying fence and head into the woods.

Cautiously, I walk through, hoping to find some meat. The leaves are still bright green, but I can tell they’re growing weary and will change color soon. I make my way further back and I see two plump squirrels, a rabbit and a nice-sized turkey. I prepare to kill the latter.

I ready myself to make the shot. My silver bow glistens in the sun as I draw back a matching arrow. I aim at the turkey’s eye, about to shoot, when a foreign arrow comes whizzing past my head killing my prey. I turn to see a striking young man about my age with dark hair and gray eyes.

Angered, I yell-whisper, “What do think you’re doing?! Can’t you see that shot was as good as mine?” He so coolly replies, “You snooze, you lose. So tell me, what’s a dame like you doing in these godforsaken woods?”

“What does it look like? I’m hunting.”

“You know it’s illegal? But hey, who am I to talk, right?”

“I suppose. But where do you come from?”

“My dad is taking a leave off work in District 2 to come back here and recount the old days before the revolution. He was a part of it. But I need my solitude, you know?”

I respond, “Actually, I do. That’s why I’m here. Why don’t we take a walk? You know, introduce ourselves, what do you, etc. That stuff. It’ll be fun, I promise.”

He hesitates, but finally says, “Okay. Let’s walk.”

Before we talk- and before our first stop- I manage to shoot three squirrels, a rabbit and a beaver meandering around the pond. That’s when we see it.

Up head towards the pond sits a little shack, small, quaint, and it even has a place for a fire. We walk to it, and notice shining name tags on the front steps. They read Bonnie and Twill. Whoever they are, they’re gone now.
We ignore them as we cautiously approach inside. There’s a hardwood floor, walls, some chairs and a fire pit.

We sit, and introduce ourselves. I say, “My name is Primrose.Pleasure to meet you.” He replies, “I’m Cirro. Back at you.”

We chat for what seems like hours. I get to know Cirro. He comes from District 2, his father used to be part of the rebel group that brought down the Capitol. He’s “taking a break” from his family. His dad is recounting all of the events that happened here, which makes him go into a quiet, zoned place. Cirro’s dad is a hunter, so he taught him. He’s out looking for some fresh meat, not that inhumane pre-packaged junk. It’s about 11 a.m. It’s been six hours since we met up here, but I have to go back. Yet, I want to stay. Is this odd?

“I have to get going,” I say shyly. “I’m gone for awhile at a time, but they’ll start to worry. Why don’t you come over for dinner tomorrow? We can make my turkey.”

“Sounds good,” he replies, “and I think you mean my turkey. Okay, where’s your place?”

“I live in an area called the Victor’s Village. It’s a circular area with twelve houses. You can’t miss it. Mine’s the only occupied one.”

“Bye, for now, I guess.” And he kisses me. I just met this guy, but he feels like an old friend. Sounding like a dazed schoolgirl, I say, “See ya.”

It’s one day later, and dinner approaches. I’ve seen Cirro two more times after our first encounter, and each one has ended with a kiss. Oops. I’m letting my walls be torn down. This might be love. True love.

My mother and father are prepping the kitchen. “Peeta,” she begins, “Who exactly are we having over?”

He says, “Not sure. Prim says his name is Cirro Hawthorn, and his family is coming over, too.”

My mother stiffens.

“And what does this ‘Cirro’ look like?”

“I don't know, Katniss. Prim says he has black hair and gray eyes.”

My mother stiffens. “Oh…” is all she can say.

We hear a knock at the door. I open it. The first to enter is Cirro with the turkey and a little girl, who he says is his sister, Hazelle. He is followed by a tall man, with the same dark hair and gray eyes.

The second and I mean the second his father and my mother lay eyes on each other they stare in complete disbelief, then run and hug like they haven’t seen each other in a lifetime. They’re both in tears with little sobs and small laughs that say “unbelievable.”

My mother finally speaks, “Hello, Gale.” She is the happiest she’s been in years.

Gale tells her, “Hey, Catnip.”

The author's comments:
Yes, there is already an epilogue to Mockingjay, but I wanted to create my own version that'll give me goosebumps and more closure. THIS HAS SPOILERS IF YOU HAVEN'T ALREADY FINISHED THE ACTUAL BOOK.
I hope you enjoy!

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This article has 44 comments.

on Sep. 4 2015 at 8:59 am
KayeIsWriting SILVER, Oxford, Alabama
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Favorite Quote:
"The only thing we have to fear is fear itself!" - Franklin Roosevelt

Catnip got the best of me in class and a kid asked me what was so funny. lol

on Sep. 4 2015 at 8:58 am
KayeIsWriting SILVER, Oxford, Alabama
9 articles 0 photos 43 comments

Favorite Quote:
"The only thing we have to fear is fear itself!" - Franklin Roosevelt

Omigosh, I love this! Catnip.... X 3

on Jun. 5 2015 at 5:42 am
SupremeAwesomeness, Pensby, Wirral, Other
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Favorite Quote:
I can be weirder.

I feel a Battlestar Galactica reference coming on: it has happened before, it will happen again. Full circle. I prefer yours as it doesn't really feel like an ending- more like another beginning.

on May. 22 2015 at 9:37 am
LittleTownAuthor533 SILVER, Middletown, Indiana
9 articles 48 photos 33 comments

Favorite Quote:
"At any given moment, you have the power to say 'This is NOT how the story is going to end.'"

-from a picture my mom sent me in an email (AKA Unknown)

yeah me too, I was so close to crying at that part it wasn't even funny. Well, maybe a little. LOL.

on May. 19 2015 at 5:35 pm
LittleTownAuthor533 SILVER, Middletown, Indiana
9 articles 48 photos 33 comments

Favorite Quote:
"At any given moment, you have the power to say 'This is NOT how the story is going to end.'"

-from a picture my mom sent me in an email (AKA Unknown)

wow this is really awesome, love the part where Gale and Katniss see each other again. This would be a really great epilogue. Love it!

on May. 17 2015 at 6:24 pm
Fervor_and_Fire GOLD, Ritzville, Washington
11 articles 0 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
"There is plenty of sense in nonsense sometimes, if you wish to look for it." ~ William Herondale in Clockwork Angel (written by Cassandra Clare)

#bandgeek #foreveralone #softballfamily #demonpoxisreal #hashtagsonfacebook #thisisntfacebook

"Hey, Catnip" completely slayed me.

on Mar. 22 2015 at 6:12 pm
GirlGenius SILVER, Oakland, New Jersey
7 articles 0 photos 62 comments

Favorite Quote:
The question for today is* : If you could solve any world crisis right now, what would it be?
(*-GirlGenius's favorite quote)


marley said...
on Mar. 20 2015 at 6:25 pm
love it! here is a link to my ending if you want to read :) differentendings.weebly.com/mockingjay/mockingjay1

marley said...
on Mar. 20 2015 at 6:18 pm
i don't think he would go see katniss. they weren't on the greatest terms when he left. katniss hadn't taken meds or anything yet and she was mentally mute and insane. gale left because it was his bomb that killed prim, even though he didn't mean to kill her and he knew katniss was mad and didn't want to cause her anymore hurt. because he knew whenever she looked at him she saw prim dying again.

marley said...
on Mar. 20 2015 at 6:13 pm
i think haymitch is still supposed to be there they just forgot when writing. i have done this myself many, many times. haymitch is supposed to be living next door and raising geese...

Axela17 GOLD said...
on Mar. 16 2015 at 10:42 am
Axela17 GOLD, New Bremen, Ohio
10 articles 0 photos 44 comments

Favorite Quote:
"I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me. The life I live by the body, I live by faith in the son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me." -Galatians 2:20

I love the twist with Gale!

LoloG SILVER said...
on Mar. 14 2015 at 1:14 am
LoloG SILVER, Highlands Ranch, Colorado
9 articles 0 photos 13 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Becoming fearless isn't the point. That's impossible. It's learning how to control your fear, and to be free from it." -Veronica Roth

This is a way better ending in my opinion! I especially loved how you finished it off. Great writing!

on Mar. 6 2015 at 4:29 pm
The_Edge SILVER, Teaneck, New Jersey
9 articles 0 photos 18 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Wisest is he who knows he does not know."

This is SOOOOOOOOO much better than the ending to Mockingly. I rate this five stars, which I don't do too often.

on Dec. 25 2014 at 2:16 pm
NormalDayNightmare GOLD, Caledonia, Other
15 articles 0 photos 9 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Music is free therapy."- Alan Ashby
"I am an adult man. Do not bring me into the tumblr world of relationships."- Aaron Pauley

This is amazing, I wish this was the actual ending for Mockingjay!!!! I just saw the first part of Mockingjay and I loved it so much!!!! You are an amazing writer, keep writing!!!!!

on Apr. 21 2014 at 6:32 pm
Omg! I wish this was the ending to the hunger games!! You are great at writing!!!

on Jan. 23 2014 at 9:25 pm
I LOVED this writing, although it was kinda obvious when prim met him. But can you please add onto this? Please! You are a brilliant writer an I love to read! Again, great job. P.S I may just be stupid and missed it in the book but where did Haymitch go? Also, really, make Prim exactly like Katniss? Plz write more!!.

on Jan. 23 2014 at 3:03 pm
totovallenilla, Caracas, Other
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  I'm gonna start saying your writing is quite good, but the story wasn't my favorite. First, why would district 12 have the fence? I think President Paylor would want everyone to be free and do what they want. Second, Gale never went back to discrict 12, but let's suppose he did, I think the first thing he would do is go to Katniss, his best friend for a looonggg time. Third, and lastly, it is just a personal opinion, but I wouldn't make hunting illegal because they would waste a lot of meat by not eating them. Keep writing, you're good at it, this just wasn't the best story.  

on May. 29 2013 at 2:19 pm
This was amazing! It is so sweet at the end when katniss sees Gale. I also like how we knew right away that her friend was Gale's son. This is amazing! The one thing I think could be better is: why didn't Peeta  recognize the last name hawthorn? This was amazing. You should write more.

Molly B said...
on Jun. 6 2012 at 8:39 am
Great writing. Keep doing it'

J1029 SILVER said...
on Jun. 4 2012 at 11:34 am
J1029 SILVER, Tampa, Florida
5 articles 0 photos 73 comments

Favorite Quote:
Sing like no one is listening,
Dance like no one is watching,
Love like you've never been hurt and
Live like it's heaven on earth.

- Mark Twain

I adored this!! Continue to write