Genevieve stumbled out of the gym, pulling off her shoes as she walked over towards the elevator. Her head was spinning as she thought of the display she'd just put on. She groaned - leaning against the wall - as the light from the windows hit her.
She could see the entirety of the capitol from where she was standing. The colourful buildings stood out painfully on the grey horizon only adding to her incoming headache. The roofline was gorgeous and in any other moment she would have taken great joy in just standing there and observing. The bright colours on each building seemed tacky and obscene separately but altogether they made up a rainbow of colours that represented the true spirit of the capitol. Once she won this damn thing maybe she would go on a tour round the streets and visit some places.
According to her father there was a great art museum near the grand square, although she wasn't too sure about capitol art yet considering most of their fashion was - in her opinion horrendous. She also wanted to visit President Snow's house although she was sure it would be more of the size of a castle considering how important he was. Apparently it was an architectural masterpiece taking inspiration from buildings owned by past rulers of what was now Panem, she wondered briefly if they had any pictures that she could compare it to.
She'd always dreamed of coming to the capitol but at that moment she would have given anything to go back home, to her bed and her mother. Clutching her head she slid down onto the ground, praying that nobody would see her in this weakened state. Migraines always hit her like a truck at unexpected times when she was desperate not to have them. She took a deep breath in, willing the pain to disappear so she could get up and back to her room on the fourth floor.
The migraine however stubbornly stayed put and Genevieve was resigned to lying on the floor like a child, hugging her knees to her chest and on the verge of tears. She stayed like that for a couple of minutes trying desperately to regain her composure and get rid of the pain. She'd always had bad migraines as a child, they were triggered rarely but very easily so something as simple as stepping into a well lit room could cause her immense pain.
Her father had told her that her migraines made her weak and stupid. Being a gullible child she'd believed him. Genevieve had gone to extreme lengths to try and get rid of them and instead of attempting to stop his daughter from harming herself Darius Coppergrove had encouraged her.
When a migraine struck, Genevieve was it's prisoner, completely helpless in her cage of pain. She was blinded with flashing colorful spots and craved darkness, quiet and calm. Often the nausea would overwhelm her and she would vomit. Pain would throb so violently around her skull that she wondered why it didn't just crack open.
She'd inherited the migraines from her mother. It was a genetic thing passed on for decades through her family and apparently her father had not been aware of them when he'd married her mother. In some ways they were the perfect couple, they loved each other very much and they both had the genetics and strength to have healthy strong children who would do great things. Alas when her mother had these migraines everything fell apart, her father had desperately tried to get rid of them and had even gone so far as to tell Genevieve that she would be a disappointment if she inherited them. So Genevieve had never wanted to be like her mother, always retreating to a darkened room with cold drinks or state of the art medicine from the capitol.
She had always judged her mother harshly for it, never with sympathy. Her father had always told Genevieve that her mother was weak. Genevieve had believed him but as she grew older and suffered from migraines as well she began to understand the blight of headaches. It was always the same, it would begin slowly then develop into pain radiating around her entire head. Now it was her turn to get up slowly from the ground and scramble towards the elevator. Nobody was upstairs to greet her so she retreated to the dim of her room with curtains drawn waiting for it all to end.
She awoke to the sound of Daffodil rapping noisily on her door.
"Genevieve!" She shrieked, surprisingly loudly, considering that they were only separated by a door. "Genevieve Coppergrove! Get up! NOW! The assessment scores are about to be aired. And dinner's almost ready! So get UP!"
She didn't think the meek mannered capital escort had it in her to be that loud and annoying. She made a mental note not to get on her bad side as she rolled over and attempted to block the sound of Daffodil hammering on the door with her fists out of her already painful head but to no avail. Daffodil wasn't going to stop any time soon from the sounds of it.
"Okay, Okay, I'm awake." Genevieve groaned, burrowing her face into the pillow and clamping her hands over her ears. She threw the duvet off the bed and walked towards the dining room.
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