She finally reached a place of knowing she'd be okay, and that is the biggest part of the battle, believing that you are meant for the good more than the bad.
| the hunger games |
| mockingjay |
| finnick odair // oc |
| book 3 |
Started : 10/2/202...
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Staring down at the blanket, I had no idea where I was but I knew it must be somewhere with importance because I was in thirteen. I was part of the rebellion. Holding onto the sides of my head, my eyes water up as the silence in the room seems so loud. Like it was screaming.
"Ember." A woman calls, but it all seems like background noise at this point.
Shutting my eyes, all I could focus on was everything that had happened in the last few days. Had it been days? I don't know how long it had been, since I was rescued from the arena. All I could hear was the last sound of my final moments in the arena, The sound of the arena falling apart, Finnick's desperately yelling at me to move away from the tree, and then me shielding Katniss from the explosion. I should have forced got us both away from the tree. I should have protected Katniss better. I'm not even sure if she is alive. I had thought I had died when I saw the claw above me. Was Finnick alive? He is, I tell myself, he has to be. He will be in here to see me soon.
"Ember? I can't help you if you don't answer me." The woman said, scolding me as if I was a little child.
"Who are you?" I ask hoarsely, opening up my eyes.
The woman that stood beside the bed that I laid on was someone I hoped to never see again. "You don't see me for a month and already forgot about me?" Stella says. She is my manager of sorts. She is in charge of assigning patrons to me and determining the look that I will present to the citizens of the Capitol. "But, I'm glad to know that you are awake, we got work to do."
I feel my blood begin to boil at her words. I look up from the blanket, glaring at the blonde woman. I hated her since she first came into my life. I hope that she dies a long and bloody death. That she regrets every moment she was cruel to someone. Picking away at the dried blood under my nails, I pray to whoever is listening that will make my wish come true.
Then something registered in my mind. Stella is from the Capitol, not District Thirteen. If she is here, then did the rebels take her to thirteen, and if so, then why? Another thought hits me. What if I wasn't picked up by thirteen? What if it was the Capitol that took me from the arena? Panic washes over me. "Why can't you just let me die," I say, glaring at her with so much anger and disgust that I could muster while hiding my fear.
"I could have and should have, but Snow still needs you. You're a valuable asset to the Capitol." She explains, her voice cold and flat of any emotions.
