Game of Survival- Finnick Odair

II

"Sometimes we try so hard to

hide from those who

probably need to know our

true feelings the most."

~Colleen Hoover

.・。.・゜✭・❤・✫・゜・。.

I sent my letter to Haymitch off with the rest of the mail. The letter would most likely reach him in less than a day, but then again, it all depended on the speed of the train and if Snow changed anything due to the announcement. I knew I was likely to see him again and talk to him privately when we were at the capital before the games started so we could continue to sort out all the details. This was going to be something like no other has ever seen before. It would go down in history and would never be forgotten. If it went the way we wanted, it was sure to be even bigger then when the districts started rebelling, thus then starting the Hunger Games to prevent them from doing so. This was truly a monumental time, for everyone. We were building a new future. A better one.

I brushed out my hair, looking at myself in the mirror. I had put my repeaping dress on, as well as some makeup, and was preparing myself. I never thought I'd ever have to be back in a position like this before. That was all that I could think about. We shouldn't have to go back. None of us should.

"It's time." I looked into the reflection of the mirror and smiled sadly.

Turning around, I walked to Mags and gave her a hug. "I know. I'm going to miss you so." I whispered, wiping away a tear from her cheek.

"It's all going to be okay in the end. Remember the plan okay. Both you and Annie."

She nodded and led me out of the house. We walked with the crowd, passing some people as we made our way to the side of the stage. Annie and Finnick were already there and Finnick nodded at me as I made my way over to Annie. When I reached her, she collapsed into my arms, hugging me tightly. After a minute, I lifted her face so she would look at me. Staring into her eyes I shook my head, a comforting smile painted onto my face. "It's not going to be my love. I promise. You're not going back, ever."

Tears falling down her cheeks, she nodded and pulled away from me. "We will be okay. I know it. I don't know how, but I just feel it so strongly with every fiber of my being." Her quiet voice spoke out, softly whispering so only I could hear.

One of the Peacekeepers grabbed my arm and yanked me into the direction of the stage. Their way of signaling that it was time. They lead us up that stage and we took our spots. Annie, Mags, and I on the right side of the stage and Finnick on the left.

Memories flooded my mind as I stood on that stage.

"Galvia Thomason," An energetic voice let out.

It couldn't be her, I couldn't lose my best friend. I wouldn't.

"I volunteer as tribute." I didn't recognize the voice at first; but, when everyone turned to look at me, and began clearing a path for me, I realized it had been my own.

Lolita was wearing a long red dress, complementing her dark skin and curvy figure. Her hair was in space buns with red ribbon falling out of them. Her makeup was bold and, as usual, finished off by a bright red lip.

We had grown close over the years and seeing her standing there, made me realize just how much I truly would miss her if something were to happen. I don't know what I would do without her. She held a part of me that only few were ever allowed to see.