The door creaks when I open it and the sound causes a body turn over on the bed. Finnick turns to look at me, but he doesn't say anything. The tiny steam of light coming through the open door illuminates his face, making it glow. In this light he looks like he could be an angel, or even better, a god. I shut the door behind me and start to walk towards him. There's only a faint glow of streetlight peeking through the curtains in the nearly pitch black hotel room as I carefully make my way across the room. I climb into bed with him and lay down on the other side of the bed. Without hesitation he wraps his arms around me and I bury my face in his shoulder for a moment. Then I lean in and kiss him softly on the lips. "Do you want to talk about it?" He asks, after I pull away. I shake my head and give him another quick kiss. We stay holding each other for a while, neither of us speaking, until I break the silence. "Will you tell me a secret?" I whisper. "I'd love to. How about I tell you everything I know about our good President Coriolanus Snow." I look up at him, wide eyed and nod. He leans down to my ear and begins to speak. He tells me a story of endless greed, desperation, and bloodshed. My hearts pounding in sheer terror at what he says, but I can't bring myself to stop him. "Money and power can hide even the darkest of sins." He whispers, his lips turned up in a smirk. His drops his voice even lower, to the point where even I can barely hear him. He even dares to whisper of secret groups within the Capitol whom are plotting the downfall of our President as we speak. It makes me wonder just how much I really know about the Capitol citizens I've learned to hate so much. I've always believed them to be undeniably loyal to President Snow, but if a few drinks can lead to them spilling his secrets to anyone who asks, It makes me wonder what exactly it would take for them to turn on him altogether.
On the train home, it's silent. I eat dinner quickly, and go straight to sleep after. It's late at night when I wake the first time. I crawl out of bed and wander out into the hallway with no plan of what I'm doing or where I'm going. My nightmare was about Prim tonight. In the dream she was in the games with me and I just had to watch helplessly as she died a brutal death over and over again. I was always so close to saving her, so close, but not close enough. I walk past the dining room, when I notice another presence. I whip my head around to find the same avox that was here during dinner is still here. "Oh. It's just you." I take a deep breath to calm myself and look around the room, trying to figure out what I came out here to do. The avox man stares at me, his eyes make contact with mine and his expression turns concerned for a moment. Only then do I notice the tears streaming down my face. I wipe them away quickly, embarrassed. "I....uh.... could you get me some wine, the one from dinner if you can, and maybe a slice of chocolate cake?" I ask, trying to steady my voice, but it still cracks in some places. He disappears into another room and I take the opportunity to make myself a comfy little nest on the couch with the throw pillows and a blanket.
The avox returns within a few more seconds, carrying a tray. He sets it down in front of me on the coffee table and gives me one last sympathetic glance. Then he nods and silently walks away to give me privacy. I pick up my wine glass and take a sip. It's good, strong, but sweet at the same time. I sip on it as I switch through the channels on the television. I stop when I get to a talk show about fashion and leave it on that. They're doing a feature about Cinna and his new clothing line. Just seeing his face, even if it's through a screen, makes me feel a little bit better. I drink my wine and eat my cake while I watch, until eventually I wander back to bed and fall asleep.
When I arrive back in district twelve I rush home and shower. I need to see my sister. I change into some of my less conspicuous winter clothing and pull my hair back into a braid. Then I begin the short walk to my mother and sister's house. People whisper as I walk by, but I hardly notice it anymore. It just becomes background noise after a while. I spot Haymitch on his porch drinking, and I give him a small nod. Then I knock on my mother's door. She opens it after a few minutes and invites me inside. I didn't realize how cold my face was until I get inside and the warmth hits me. "Peeta Mellark stopped by while you were gone." She informs me, as I follow her into the kitchen. "Oh?" This is news to me. "He dropped off some sweets from the bakery." She says. "That was nice of him." I mumble, taking a seat at the table. "Yes, it was. Prim was very happy." I smile at the mention of Prim. "Where's our little duck now?" I ask, looking around for her. Before my mother can answer Prim appears in the living room. She rushes over to me when she spots me and I quickly jump up and give her a hug. "I missed you so much, little duck." I whisper, holding her even closer than before. "I missed you too. I love you." She says. "I love you too." Her small arms release me and I look down at her face. Looking at her reminds me why everything I have to do is worth it.
A/N: I get the feeling this chapter was complete trash but I'm publishing it anyway. Honestly I've lost all my confidence in this story and I just feel like it's not very good since it doesn't get as much positive feedback as any of my others.
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Come Away To The Water
Fanfiction"Come away little lamb Come away to the water." She's drawn to his light like a moth to a flame and he's intrigued by her darkness. {WARNING: contains substance abuse, non-consensual sexual acts, and other dark topics}
