This chapter is dedicated to my grandpa; to whom I never got to say good bye.

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I threw one of the knives off my belt at him. I ment to hit him in the arm, but the I hit the wall about five inches from his face. Waring shot, I guess you could say.

He turned his head as the knife went by him. When he had his back to me, I nocked two arrowes, prayed to my father, and aimed one arrow at the glass, and the other at the bottle.

Crash!

Peeta turned and stared. I repeated what I said, his dad and my step dad in the mine accident. He lost that murderous look in his eyes, and grabbed the edge of the table to steady himself.

"You did it!" Annabeth said. "But where's..."

"Where's who?" I asked. She got a far-away-look in her eyes.

"No." she whispered. "No!" She piined Peeta against the wall.

"My sister! What did you do to my sister!?" Peeta looked scared. I slowly walked towards them.

"I-I-"

"What did you do!?" Annabethhad the murderous look this time.

"Annabeth. What are you talking about?" I asked, trying to calm her.

"Remember the girl on the hatch? That was my sister! Cresencia!" Oh no, I thought. This isn't going to be pretty.

Annabeth turned toward Peta again.

"I going to ask you one more time," she began through clenched teeth. "What did you do to my sister."

"The guys holding her! They threw tied her up, gagged her, and threw her off the hovercaft!" Peea said, wincing at the look on her face. It was a mixture of anger, grief, guilt, and something else. Pure hatred.

Tears poured from her face. She fell to her knees, putting her head in her hands.

"Cresencia," she whispered. "I-I'm so sorry. I could've saved you! I could've prevented this." I could tell she was trying to stop crying, but the tears wouldn't stop coming. No matter how hard you try, you can't stop.

"I never got to say good bye." I got down and wrapped an arm around her. I know what it's like to loose someone close to you. You feel like something's missing, like you could've saved them. But it's a part of life. You can't change the past, so let them go. But don't forget them. If you forget them, you may grow bitter. Something you never thought you would become.

That's what happened to me. When my step dad died, my mom shut down, and I started to hate her. I never though that would happen. But it did. And now I regret it.

But for some reason, the song "The Hanging Tree" is playing in my mind. It always does when I think about my step dad.

Annabeth put her head on my shoulder and cried silently while Peeta sat in his chair, his elbows on his knees and head down so it touched his chest.

"You need to move on. I'm sure she's in Elysian Fields.

I know this chapter's short, but I have a little too much things on my mind. My grandpa died yesterday, his funeral is coming up, and I'm making the collage of pictures of him. And I have a test on Monday. My life is amazing, isn't it?(note the sarcasm)