Absolutely Final Goodbye (#Wattys2016) (Fanfiction)

Nine

I am sitting in a faux fur chair when the escort peacekeeper leaves the room. I'm in a very large, spacious room that contains only white decor. It's creepy. I still can't believe Haymitch wanted me back here. God, he's really getting on my nerves. I push the feeling of betrayal aside while the nervousness kicks in. What are they going to do to me? What if I can't escape and they torture me here forever? I know Haymitch would come back for me, or at least die trying. Or would he? I mean, he was the one who sent me here in the first place. Tears start to come to my eyes, but I quickly dismiss them.

Finally, a peacekeeper walks into the room and takes the seat in front of me. "What are you doing here?"

"Just wanted to stop by and say hello. Is that a crime?" I say.

"It could very well be a crime for what you might be planning. Answer the question truthfully before things get ugly Miss Trinket."

I swallow hard. I hope he didn't notice. It didn't matter because the next few seconds were a blur. All I know is that the peacekeeper walked out and Snow replaced him. And now here I am, sitting in front of the killer himself.

"So," he starts to say. "Why did you want to come back."

"If you think I'm back to beg for forgiveness then you are wrong."

"A little birdie told me that you are a full member of district 13. A full member of the rebellion against the games."

"What birds? The little mutations that ruined the Capitol." I give him sarcasm that I will soon regret. Just not now...

"Oh Miss Trinket, you've never been the brightest have you?"

I give him a glare that makes him uncomfortable. I actually feel proud of doing this. Standing up against the place I once called home.

Snow continues: "All I'm saying is that I don't know if you will ever be able to fit in. That's all."

I fix the earbud that was placed in my ear before I came here. It's attached to a device back in 13 so that they can here the whole conversation.

"That's where you are wrong." I am cut off by Snow's voice: "Am I really? You are the only Capitol escort there. You probably get looked at funny every time you make your way down the bunkers. You probably feel out of place, a fish out of water perhaps, and you may not know how to cope with life or your feelings. I know what's best."

I sit in the chair and hold back tears because that's exactly what I feel like. He has pin pointed the exact weaknesses I have and now I regret coming because I may break down if he says anymore.

"Why don't you just go back to 13. Decide what's best for yourself. I want you to make that decision on your own."

He gets up and walks out of the room. A peacekeeper comes back in and leads me to the hovercraft where I will be taken back. I took the earpiece out after left the white room, so if Haymitch or Plutarch are trying to talk to me, I don't hear it. I don't want to hear what happens next.