The Price of Champions and Crowns (Hunger Games)

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***Meanwhile in District Seven***

I can't stop my hands from shaking. Even as I hold my head in my hands, I can feel the shakiness running through my entire body. 

We're here.

It feels like a death sentence. I feel like I'm going to have to re-live her death over and over again. But today its worse. Because we're here in District Seven.

Her home, the place she grew up. And of course there's the problem in the form of Johanna Mason.

I rubbed my forehead in dread. The thought of seeing Johanna filled my head with images of her pretty anguished face by the firelight... her voice echoing in my head.

"Finnick's incapable of loving you but Johanna chooses not to."

"It wasn't like she did anything but that was the point. She didn't do anything."

I don't know what I'm going to say to Johanna. I can't yell at her in fornt of her own district and accuse her of bad parenting. Not when she could be grieving Victoria. Would Victoria hate me if I did that?...

I felt a soft hand pat my cheek, interrupting my train of thought. "We should get going now, District Seven aren't the type of people to keep waiting".

I slowly rose my head to find my mother. She wore a silk green dress and I couldn't help but think how pretty it'd look on her.

I swallowed. "I can't do this one mum".

Any other District, just not hers.

A tusk came from the doorway of my room. Finnick stood against the doorframe, casually if not bord and impatiently . "We're late as it is, you'll only irritate Johanna more by making her wait".

I don't doubt it. Johanna Mason doesn't seem the patient type. 

I gave him a curt nod. "I just need a minute".

He smirked and held his hands up in mock defence. I exhaled and bit my lip, resorting now to bobbing my leg. 

No matter what I say to her, she's just gonna kill me.

Dsitrict Seven. I'd never really given a shit about it before.

Now it feels important. Perhaps even more improtant to me than Four. These are the streets she walked every day. The people who watched her grow up and adore her. It's poor, there's no denying it.

Panem never fails to impress with its poverty. I didn't know how rich Distrct Four was. I know its labelled a 'rich career district'. But its hard to understand wealth when you're been raised by Victors. I felt a trickle of peace at the thought of her living in Victor's Villiage and not these wooden log cabins. I scoffed to myself. Cabins, they don't even have proper houses here!.

District Seven seems dark and somber with its large trees covering every inch of the district and blocking any rays of sun that would dare touch the ground. No wonder she was so attached to climbing trees, its probably easier to climb the the trees to get to where you want to go then it is to walk between them.