Scarred | The Hunger Games

11.

Speaking to District Four was far by the worst speech to deliver, considering Pearl was the runner up and she died by my hand, or spear.

I sat by the wall after I had threw up, chest heaving from being so out of breathe.

"Novalie! The girl who gained the same title as yours truly, the title of youngest victor ever." Finnick said as he kneeled down beside me.

"Shut the fuck up fishfuck, I-" My sentence was interrupted as I threw up again.

"Jesus, no need for name calling." He smiles at his own joke. "Johanna told me you also threw up in Seven."

I roll my eyes, too tired to be polite. "I've been throwing up since the tour began."

Suddenly his eyebrows furrow. "You didn't have get that scar in your games." His eyes zoned in on my neck, where I hadn't bothered to cover up the bite marks Bishop left since I didn't think I'd be up close to anyone. "Is Snow- Are you. Did you have an- an appointment?"

I look at him weird. "Yeah, what about it fishfuck?" I say, getting defensive.

Finnick disappears, only to come back with a little box. "Go, go take it now." He pushes me into the bathroom.

It's a pregnancy test.

When I came out, Finnick had his hands on his face. "What's wrong fishfuck."

"You're only 14, why is he making you do it so early." He sounds horrified for me. I simply shrug. "Do you have the results?"

I held the test out. Positive.

I drop the small test, shocked at the news. "N-no. I-I took plan B! I took it! It shouldn't-" Sobs escape me before I can stop them.

"Hey, hey it's ok. I can get a doctor to have it- wait do you want to keep it?" Finnick rushes trying to help.

I shake my head violently that I almost become dizzy. "No, no! I don't want his baby, I don't-"

"Do you know who's it is?"

I whimper, knowing exactly who it is since there's only one person I buy plan B for.

"Who is it?"

I shake my head.

Finnick grabs my shoulders, "Nova, who is it?"

"Bishop Dovecote."

I swear for a moment that I saw a flash of fear in his eyes, like the name was familiar.

***

The doctor finished the procedure quickly, seeing as I had to get back on the train soon.

"Hey fishfuck." I say softly as I exit the medic bay.

"Would you ever go swimming again?" Finnick asks, his eyes cast on the ocean.

Immediately, I feel myself shut down. "No." The word came out in a whisper.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have brought it up." He corrects himself, realising how I had quickly dissociated away. "You'll be fine."

I look at him. "Thanks for the help Finnick."

***

"Darling, go, have fun, dance!" VeVe pushed me into the crowds, trying to get me to socialise more in the Capitol party.

"Oh, I don't know VeVe, I-"

"If I could be of assistance and take a little off your plate VeVe." I freeze. It's Halima Mohan.

"Oh of course Halima." VeVe says, and before I can disagree, she's disappeared off into the crowds.

Halima pulls me into the dance floor, placing her hand on my waist and squeezing as we move. "Did you miss me doll?"