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Chapter 5

I woke up in the middle of the night, feeling scared. Super scared. I don't wanna die, not in these horrible games. Also my head is killing me. I've been getting strange dreams about voices in my head saying things like: "Please wake up darling. We miss you." And also something like this: "SHE'S NOT BREATHING!!!", "Finnick would be very proud of you, you know.", "I hope you don't have nightmares Lucy, I hope you're in a happy place. Hopefully you are there with all the one's you love".
I sighed and made my way to the door. It wasn't locked, thank god. I slowly made my way through the dimly lit hallway as quietly as I could while looking through the door windows to see if anyone was awake. People really were sleeping, I don't know how they could just sleep when tomorrow's the Quarter Quell. Well they've got to be tired after all of the interviews and stuff I guess. I made my way to a glass door at the end of the long white coloured hallway. I slid the door open and stepped out to the cool balcony concrete. I went to the other side of the balcony to sit down, just out of sight from the glassdoor. The first thing that caught my eye as I sat down was all the beautiful lights coming from the Capitol. I could hear people partying from miles away, cheering and laughter could also be heard from a long distance. I wish I could be as free as the people celebrating right now. But I can't. And the worst thing is, I don't even know why? Why me? How did I even end up here? How did I first end up in District 7? The questions are endless. I just can't seem to accept this. It all happened so fast. Hell, I don't even know who my parents are.
"Can't sleep?" I heard a raspy voice from the doorway. I snapped my head up and looked up at a silhouette. I squint my eyes trying to see who it was in the dark. The silhouette stepped out of the shadows and stared at me with glowing green eyes. My breath caught i  my throat as I finally saw who it was. Finnick. My hands started to feel cold and sweaty at the same time. I managed to clear my throat finally after staring at him probably making this more awkward than it already is.
"Yeah." I answered with a sigh. Finnick smiled slightly and came to sit beside me. More sweat started to form in my hands and now armpits too.
"Me neither." Finnick said as he still kept looking at me.
"Uh is... Is there something in my face? Or..."
Finnick laughed slightly as I furrowed my eyebrows, obviously confused by the whole situation.
"I haven't seen you around before, you must be the 'secret' tribute. Besides is it wrong to appreciate the beauty in you?" Finnick smirked while slightly shifting his position so he could lean back on the wall, getting even a better look at me. I felt my cheeks burning and a lump started forming in my throat. I have never in my life been like this in a situation with boys. Well obviously I don't remember a single boy I would've liked before I got here. I almost don't remember anything. Not any specific events and milestones in my life. I wish I could figure out how and why I was put here.
"Yes I am the secret tribute everybody's been talking about. And also don't try that act on me. I know what you're doing." I stated and looked in Finnick's piercing green eyes that seemed to mesmerize me. First he seemed surprised but then he laughed slightly again. That laugh. It's driving me crazy. He's driving me crazy, I think I really do love him.
Finnick leaned forward to me till there was a small space between our faces. My breath hitched by the sudden act.
"Oh love, what if this is not an act? What if I really think you're beautiful?" He leant back to his leaning position as I stared at him in awe. I cleared my throat again still thinking of how to respond to that.
"Well if you really think so, thank you. I can't say you look ugly either." Finnick flashed a wide grin, making me smile stupidly.
"That's a good start." He stated and chuckled.
"I'm Finnick Odair from District 4, victor of the 65th Hunger Games. I also happen to be the youngest victor ever." He explained sounding proud of himself. I didn't know he would be like this. Almost like he's bragging, and that he's almost acting as a 'peacock'.
"Impressive." Was all I could say in a sarcastic tone and shifting my gaze to the beautiful lights of the Capitol, because I could not care less.
"And you?" I heard Finnick say.
"Hmm?" I asked as I turned my gaze back to him.
"Your story. Who you are, where you are from and so on." He smiled encouraging me.
"Lucy Shepherd, I don't actually know what District I am from but I woke up in District 7. Victor of nothing that I know of. Honestly I can't remember anything than my name and my age." I explained and sighed after finishing. Finnick looked surprised.
"You know nothing about your past?" He asked and looked at me with concern. I shook my head.
"I don't even know if I have any parents, I also don't know why or how I ended up here." I said sadly while looking down.
"Lucy, I know that it seems hard to accept this, but just so you know-" Finnick took my hand in his and I felt fireworks shooting up from my stomach.
"I'll always be here." He finished as he squeezed my hand and gave me a reassuring smile. I returned a smile. I know he wasn't lying because he became very serious and if he was lying, well damn. That was some great acting. I'll still need to be a bit careful of what I'm telling him. But for now I really need someone to talk to and he was nice enough to offer to listen.
"Thank you Finnick. I really needed to know that somebody actually cares. I leaned toward him and extended my arms, Finnick extended his arms and we both hugged each other. He smelt really nice and I just wanted to melt in his embrace. Unfortunately the hug only lasted for about 5 seconds and then we both looked at each other with smiles on our faces.
"You really should get some sleep till tomorrow. I'll meet you at breakfast, okay?" Finnick said as he stood up and offered me a hand. I took it and he lifted me up. I nodded and smiled. We both made our way through the long hallway until we stopped in front of my door.
"See you at breakfast, Finnick." I said as I opened the door.
"Goodnight, love." He said sweetly as I closed the door. I listened to his footsteps echoing through the hallway while leaning back on the door smiling like a big dork, thinking about all the things that happened at the balcony with Finnick.

A/N
Update yay! I know I seem really inactive and I gotta admit that I am both inactive and active. You see, I am starting to write a new story that revolves around the world of Harry Potter while still trying to write something to this story. I can't exactly say when or how often I will update this story since I'm working on another one. I have this weird thing that one month I am completely obsessed with for example Harry Potter and can't even think of another fandom, especially writing fanfiction about a certain fandom that isn't the fandom I'm obsessed with that month. Another month I can be obsessed with a whole different fandom. I hope you guys understand my struggle. I'll see you in next chapter, Bye!