This is just my quick fanfic (i tried to make it as small as possible so this is about a quarter of the actual one) so i hope you like it :)
Sometimes he wakes up in the middle of the night and hears her screaming. Sometimes she just stops talking and curls up into a ball with her hands on her ears rocking back and forth yelling for him. The fifteen year old doesn't know what else to do besides sit next to her wrapping his thick arms tightly around his mother. It's the only way to show her that he's there for her. The boy didn't know his father, he died before he was born but he often hears stories. 'Finnick Odair, the boy with the trident', they would say. "You're gonna be okay mom, everything's alright." The boy soothed her. "There's nothing that can hurt you anymore." If only dad was still alive, the boy thought, he would know how to handle this. "Oh Finnick," His mother cried, looking up at him with her glassy green eyes, "wherever is your father? He'll be late for dinner again." She often does this, denying that her husband is gone. Her only son tries to calm her and carefully tell her that he's not here anymore, making her heart break all over again. Sometimes it feels as if the Capitol was still hurting this family.