Do Not Look At Me, See Me

Chapter 2

My dad shakes me up and I grunt as an answer to his demanding that I'll wake Finnick up too. After slumbering into sleep for a good fifteen minutes I look at the clock on my wall and see that it's half seven in the morning. I kick myself for going to sleep so fucking late.

After I get dressed I go into Finnicks room and find him snore laying on his stomach and drooling all over his pillow. I frown and come up with an idea.

"Finnick! Finnick!" I say hysterically. He slowly opens his eyes to look sleepy at me. "Wake up! It's nearly two! You've slept so fucking much president Snow himself will kill you!" His eyes shoots up and he throws his duvet on the wall at the other side of the room.

"What?!" He says with pure panic in his voice. He tries to scramble together his belongings and take his feast clothes on. He looks at my face and sees that I'm trying so hard not to laugh out load. "Are you fucking serious right now Rae?" He sighs and steps out of his half up drawn pants. He dramatically jumps on his bed with a wrong-buttoned shirt and buries his face in his pillow. "I fucking hate you." He mumbles into his pillow. My laugh escapes my mouth and hands. Finnick grunts and laughs into his pillow.

"I know." I say while gasping for air and laughing a little bit more. "You deserved it though." He looks me dead in the eyes and shoves me the middle finger.

"No but seriously, how much is it?" Finnick says finally looking up at me after some moments of laughter.

"Half seven in the morning, dad said to wake you up." He growls at that.

"Sometimes I hate that man." I laugh and agree. Sometimes I hate that man too. We walk into the kitchen and find Olivia sitting at the table and eating some breakfast. "Hi Via." Finnick says to her.

"Goodmorning." She says without looking up. "What do you want for breakfast?"

"Uh. I think I'll just get some bread and old cheese." I say while looking at Finnick to know if he wants the same. He nods to my nonexistent question.

"Okay, cheese's over there somewhere", she points at the counter behind her, "and the bread's somewhere I do not know."

"Thank you for the help." Finnick looks at me with a straight line as a mouth. He looks ridiculous. "Do you know where dad is?"

"Stanley? Who really knows." She picks at her food and stands up. "I'm going for an errand. I'll be back around one so I can help you with your clothes." She walks out the door and I look at Finnick with a concerned look. He shrugs and I shrug back to him.

Olivia Wendell is our former nanny. My mother found her in the centrum while getting whipped by a peacekeeper. The peacekeepers name is Marcus. Marcus whipped her till her back was smeared with blood and cuts. No one thought she would survive the night. I was nine back then and I watched as her friend stepped in to say to Marcus that it's enough and got a bullet through her head as an answer. I can still see the image, her long dark brown hair smeared together with her flesh and blood. I get goosebumps by just thinking of it.

My neighbour, Dermela, has a mother who's the "nurse" in District Four. We don't really have a real nurse so we dragged the unconscious Olivia to her house. It was a good thirty minutes to the house and when Olivia got to Dermelas kitchen table her mother showed away everyone expect me and my mother. I sat in the sofa stroking Dermelas cat while I watched everyone in the kitchen frantically move things to get cures and meds.