Rewrite The Stars | Finnick Odair

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1.2 | A Drunk Man Is The Difference Between My Life And Death... 

Out Of All The People

District 12 and Train to Captiol 

Now as someone who only really has two friends and one of them is my older sister I'm not really expecting anyone to come to say goodbye. I sat on the the fur rug that was in front of the couch. I ran my fingers through it to settle my mind. In any other circumstance I would do this to Alex's of my hair. But I was not taking down my already braided hair.

The door opened and I saw Prim and Katniss. I opened my my arms and Prim practically clung to me. She sobbed into my chest. Katniss slid down next to me and I put curled into her side.

"Please don't go." The young blond choked.

"I have to I'm so sorry. I promised I would volunteer if anything happened to Madge. And I have to watch out for Tyson and make sure Alex gets back home and-" I ramble.  No tears just I choked up voice.

"Willow," Katniss stops me. "Try. Try to save Alexandria.  And make sure it's not a career that kills you. Fight for your life. I refuse to watch you die without trying to save yourself."

I nod and hug her tightly. A few minutes later the door is thrown open and to peacekeepers grab my sisters and escort them out. No one came after that. Three orphans from District Twelve who would want to visit us. Tyson's dad was a mess and tried to raise us but only abused us when we were near him luckily it was rare we ran into him. And after Alex was bron I raised her as my orn at the age of five while I lived alone. I was disappointed with myself for not paying attention in the moment she was probably most scared for her life. 

Another ten minutes pass before we are escorted to the train. The avoxes that were int he train led us to plush cushions. We all sat and waited for the drunk mentoring to finally arrive. Thirty minutes went pass and not one word was said.

Tyson chose to break the silence in that moment. "I can't believe you volunteered!"

"Tyson," I start. "Her father came up to me and I promised him. I couldn't let Madge- she wouldn't have survived." 

It was the truth. Madge knew it herself. He said nothing but got up and gave me a tight hug. We stayed like that till we heard the door open. When we separated we noticed it was Haymitch. He came in wobbling to the the open seat with Effie right behind him. She looked over all the seats and scowled when she realized there wasn't one. Cause she chose to send three kids to their death I thought. I signaled for Alex to come sit on my lap and Effie looked pleased.

Effie chooses to be the first to talk. "Children this is Haymitch he won-" 

"He didn't win. He survived the Fiftieth Hunger Game or second Quater Quell. Yeah we know we heard the mayor." I interrupt. 

She sent a sharp look my way. Tyson moves his hand onto my forearm as if to hold me back from trying to strangle the escort. I tighten my arms around the small frail girl in my lap to and start to play with her hair.

"Still don't back down do you angle?" The drunk man speaks.

I turn my glare to him, "You're supposed to help us survive.  But in the past five minutes we have had Effie relive your misery and are waiting to be sent to ours."

He says nothing just keeps his eyes on me. I sigh then get up and take Alex with me. I leave the train car and go looking my room. I try to remember where the rooms would be on a train like this. When I find my room I take notice of the bed that looks bigger than the table at my house. I lay the little girl down and she falls asleep instantly. I remove my dress hoping to find other clothes.  When I check the drawers they were stocked with clothes.  I took a real silk like crop top with a pair of black shorts.

Once dress I take a deep breath before leaving the room. One of the waiters directs me to the dining cart. When I walk in I see Tyson trying to get information from Haymitch. I see Effie sitting next to Haymitch bothered by his manners to yell at our elders. I sat at the head of the table letting my presence go unnoticed till Effie smiled my way.

I hear Tyson questioning the old,"-fine if we survive how do we get food?"

"If you survive you will need to hope for sponsors.  And District Twelve rarely gets any so all hope does in that arena." Haymitch states bluntly. 

"How do you get sponsors?" I question.

"Oh great the joyous angle has come out of her room. Pass the knife."

I repeat,"How do you get sponsors?" 

Haymitch moves his hand to grab the knife near my right hand.  I grab it and plunge it into the table right infront of his hand. Effie screams at me but I keep my eyes of the man to the side of me. His grey eyes meet my brown ones. I was always told they could change to gold or gold specs would be in them. My father used to tell me that in the moonlight they looked silver. I got all my looks and personality from my father and I was grateful I looked nothing like my 'mother'. 

"You wanna know how to stay alive and get sponsors?" Haymitch starts as he pulls the knife of the table. "You get people to like you."

I lean back in my seat ready for more sarcastic jabs. But they don't come. Tyson watches me closely as if hoping I dont kill the man seated next to me. No one talks we just continue to eat. The silence is broken by screaming. Both me and Tyson walk to the window and start waving while faking matching smiles.  But we pull into a tunnel and I turn back to Haymitch.  

"How's that for unlikable?" 

He stays silent and I walk back to my room. Enjoying this small victory I push aside the fact that these people will feed us for two weeks then send us off to our deaths.