We get into the elevator and it's chaotic. There's 12 mentors, 6 stylists, 3 escorts, 6 tributes, and a partridge in a pear tree. The stylists, mentors and escorts talk among themselves whilst the 6 of us talk. It's mainly trash talking the other tributes, which i guiltily laugh at, and listening to Titus graphically describe how he'll murder Dominic. He goes through many many plans, a few of which include ripping his throat out, cutting him open and playing with his intestines, bashing his head against a tree until his brain turns to mush, and ending with "Well of course you guys can kill him too, but if i get the chance, let me,". I could have sworn I heard Finnick saying "I like this one,".
We get back and i run to flop on the couch,
"Makeup, Brianna!" Amanda snaps just before I get to flop. This is very unsatisfying. I drag myself to my room and take off the makeup, take out my hair and get the frizz out as best I can without washing my hair as I'm too tired. I change into some Capitol clothes and the anxious stomach feeling happens when I realise it's the games tomorrow. I sit on the bed, trying to make it go away, but my heart goes at a million miles per hour until it's thumping throughout my body, causing me to freeze up as this overwhelming panic takes over me. I start to hyperventilate and my eyes tear up. I feel nauseous and everything around me starts spinning and I feel like everything is dropping inside me and the world is closing in on me and I hate it. I break down in the middle of the room and drop to the floor crying, holding myself and rocking. Choking up. Everything is horrible, the walls are closing in on me and I feel like I'm about to throw up but I know I won't. My head is ringing and my insides are dropping and the door opens. I don't know who it is but I run up and hug them. They hug me back. Cradling me. They can tell something's wrong. They stroke my hair. They smell like the sea. Like 4. Like home. Home. Family. Wenda. Happy. Calm. Home,
"Hey, hey, calm down, it's okay," They say. It's a deep, male voice. I look up and it's Beaufort. I lean against him and cozy up, like I would to my parents. Oh, I miss my parents. I need them, I want them here.
"Let's take you outside, huh?" He carries me onto my room's balcony. I'm still having the panic stomach feeling, but it's not as bad. I take a deep breath. It's alright but it's not home. There's no sea breeze, the feeling nor the smell. There's no relaxing sounds of the waves rushing up the beach. There's no eternal horizon, making me wonder what's out there, who's out there in the world besides the 12 districts of Panem. No little kids playing on the beach, no boats in the distance. It's not 4 but it'll do. Instead, it smells fresh and slightly dirty at the same time. The wind whips my face, rather than gliding past me. There's the sound of parties across the Capitol, people celebrating the 87th Hunger Games. There's tall, cotton candy buildings, stretching over miles. The kids are playing, but they're smaller, further away, playing with light-up toys. We just sit there for a while until i calm down,
"You good now?" Beaufort asks, hearing my breathing slow down,
"Yeah, much better,"
"Well i'm not awesome at this type of thing, so why don't you, er, clean yourself up and come back when you're ready?"
"Ok, thanks," He leaves and I wash my face before going back.
I walk back in and everyone rushes to me,
"Guys, i'm fine," I walk over to the couch, "Can we make nets?"
"Sure," Lena says, pulling the net off the couch. We sit there for about an hour,
"You kids need some sleep. I'll fix you up some milk with a little sleep syrup," Amanda says. Bruce and I change into sleepwear and say goodnight to each other before going to bed. Amanda walks in holding two glasses of milk,
"Are you okay?" She says, tucking me in,
"I'm fine," I tell her,
"Okay good," She hands me a glass of milk and I drink it, immediately sliding into bed. It's nice and sweet. I like sleep syrup but I never really get to use it. I fall into a deep sleep.
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Humanity- A Hunger Games fanfic
FanfictionWhen Brianna Quinn, a 15 year old from district 4, is entered into the 87th Hunger Games, she tells herself she won't kill anyone, even if it means losing. But there's something inside of her, something she won't admit is there. Will the games cause...
