the hunger games: if it happened to me

Chapter 26

Quickly we throw the berries to the floor. "Did you get any in your mouth?" He asks. "No. I'd be dead if I did." I answer. He smiles and holds my hand as the hovercraft comes and gets us. The ladder comes down and we climb. No strength. No energy. I dont know how I managed to climb it. Once inside, 2 doctors greet us. "We're just here to make sure everything's right" a doctor says. We nod. As they start to separate us, I realize we're going into different rooms. I take a look at Ferny. He doesn't talk but his lips move. I read his lips, he's saying "don't worry, I'll see you soon"
The doctor lays me down in a bed, similar to the hospital ones. I can tell these are capitol doctors, because on their uniform it says "government approved" in a small corner of their white scrubs. I don't remember much, all I remember is one doctor sticking a needle in my arm, after that everything is a blur.
As I wake up, I open my eyes. Everything looks so clear. I move my wrist a little and I can hear my charm bracelet, as each charm hits another. I hear perfectly. My hands don't have a single scar on them and my face doesn't either. So this is what they must of done, fix me. They must of done this to Ferny too. Ferny. I look around searching for him. I get up and start walking. I feel light as a feather. I stumble into someone. It's my stylist, Roderick. "Hey girl on fire. Congratulations." He says in a serious tone. "Where's Ferny?" I ask, completely ignoring what he just said. "He's in his room, getting ready for the big victor interview. You are too, come with me." He says as he grabs my wrist and pulls me to my room. "The prep team has already fixed your skin and face while you were asleep, and the doctors fixed everything else." He announces. I nod. Fixed, is a funny word to use at a time like this. I wanna shout and yell about how they didn't fix my mind. All my thoughts filled with the last look of the people me and Ferny killed. Why couldn't they fix that? It's unfixable. There's nothing in this world that can erase those horrible memories. My thoughts are interrupted when I see Roderick, pulls out a dress. I close my eyes and let the prep team, put it on me. It fits me tight from my waist but I don't complain. I keep my eyes closed, because they're doing my makeup. I wonder what kind of crazy eyeshadow I'll be wearing today. "Open your eyes" I hear Roderick say. I open them. But when I see myself in the mirror, I don't see any crazy makeup, or crazy dress. I see a cute, plain yellow dress. It gets a little puffy as it lowers from my waist. Sleeveless, from the top, but theirs some fabric just as it passes my shoulders. I look at my makeup. It's nothing out of this world. It's simple and natural. Rosy cheeks. Light pink lipstick. Skin color eyeshadow, a very thin, winged eyeliner, and long fake lashes. I like this. I look like a little girl. An innocent little girl. I know what they're doing. They're trying to make me look innocent. They're trying to cover up the fact that I just killed a bunch of people, to save my selfish self. But why? Why would they be trying to cover up something we all know happened? Something is wrong, I can sense it.