¹THE HUNGER GAMES ▸ REPUGNANT

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙁𝙞𝙫𝙚 - 𝘼𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙂𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙥𝙩. 1

THE FOLLOWING DAYS of me defeating the Hunger Games were a blur of people, events, and occasions, all of them practically begging me on their knees for my attention with such an intensity, I felt a splitting pain in my head.

Today was the only day I pinpointed on my calendar. Not because it was going to be an enjoyable day, but because it was the day where I would have to watch the entirety of the games.

I'd have to watch Ben and the careers die for the second time.

Backstage, I tried to wipe my clammy hands on my dress, on the walls, on someone else's outfit, but almost everything was made of glass or jewels. 

Apparently, cotton and cloth is too cheap for the capitol. What even was the thought process of making everything a form of crystal? Ahh, shiny, much put everywhere

Backstage, still trying to find a way to dry my hands, I tried to hide in the shadows of the dim lights wherever I could. The sound of the audience's cheers started to dim in my mind as I was transported back into the arena.

I could feel the warm, sticky blood on my hands - but it wasn't my blood. There were three dead bodies surrounding me, however, it sounded like they were screaming.

I was in the arena and backstage at the same time. The screams of the dead bodies and the screams of the audience rang in my ears in an endless symphony. Both of the sounds mixed together, almost causing me to hyperventilate.

I need to calm down. Freaking out backstage? What am I doing? I turned around, back to the stage, in look of something - anything - to dry my hands on.

My head still felt like it was stuck in the arena, which is probably the reason I ended up crashing into something firm when turning around.

"Watch it!" I whisper-snapped (I was trying to be quiet, okay? No need to attract any unnecessary attention, I already have enough of that), even though it was mostly my fault.

Steady, firm hands ended up catching me before I tripped and fell backwards onto the stage. One of their hands was on my back, supporting my fall, while the other was on my arm, holding me up.

I looked up and my eyes met the famous ocean sea-green eyes of Finnick Odair.

Wonderful, how charming he must think I am right now.

His soft hair fell over his eyes in a delicate way, wispy strands moving when he raised his eyebrows at me in shock. I clearly caught him off guard.

A little bit of the stage lighting illuminated and escaped the glow of the stage, hitting the back of Finnick's head, which created an effect around him, making his tan skin seem almost golden.

 "Well, that would've been a charming entrance, don't you agree?" He teased lightly in a quiet voice, his voice deep as honey.

I don't know what it was, but I immediately disliked him. It wasn't hate or anything, that's just stupid to hate someone who basically just saved you from the whole world staring at your embarrassing fall. It was just a simple distaste.

Maybe it was the tone of his voice, maybe it was that certain feeling of arrogance that radiated off of him, or maybe it was because I simply needed something - anything - to channel my anger and hatred of what was happening right before I bumped into Finnick.

"Not as much as a charming entrance you would have made." I replied, sarcasm laced with my voice as I gently pushed his arms off of me before walking around him, a little bit behind him.

 "You'd be surprised at what's considered charming in the capitol." Finnick replies with a grin plastered on his face, clearly not caring about the fact I just moved away, he simply took a few steps back until he was standing at my side.