Mockingjay's Daughter (Hunger Games Fanfiction)

Chapter 40: White Rooms

Willow's P.O.V

I got dragged out of my cell asleep, woken by the gravel ground being shed onto my skin creating bloody cuts. They then dumped me in a narrow white room surrounded by mirrors then a handful of people swarmed in to get me ready for the interview. The makeup artists and people changing me were all muttering loud enough for me to hear in complaint about my unkempt appearance. I can't help it! I know my skin looks awful, my hair is getting thinner, my bones are more sunken and I've lost weight. But I can't help being prisoner by the Capitol, I just want to go home and see Mom and Dad.

Oh Mom and Dad, all I want is for them to be safe and ok. They will be worried sick, the same I am with them...I don't even want to think about Drakob...he was left in the arena to be burned to death.

The connection I felt with him, the way our lips collided and perfectly fell in sink with one another makes my eyes water. I immediately shake it off. I've been warned numerous times not to show and sign of sad or angry emotion or I will get my first beating from them-espeshly if it is on my interview.

I sit in the same mirrored room waiting patiently while the dresses and makeup artists leave me made up without a goodbye. Waiting for someone to come and take me to the interview.

I look down at my new prospethic leg. The elastic skin is shed slightly from when I was dragged on the pavement ground. It gives out pain when I touch it as if it was real almost...

I hear the locked door get turned by a key. "Willow Mellark?" Another unfamiliar man enters the room, clutching the key in his palm. His beyond neon yellow hair practically glows, catching my attention. "Follow me," he opens the door wider.

I don't answer and try and get myself up but I feel so weak.

The man starts getting impatiently. "Get up! I don't have all day!" His tone changes then he storms over, trying to drag and pull me up by my arm. I struggle to keep upright standing. I'm still getting used to having this new leg and I've have had hardly any practice even standing on it until now.

"I'm up! Stop it! Stop!" I tell him while he drags me.

"You're already late." The man with the neon hair spits. "No more time can be wasted."

After being dragged down a narrow hallway, he takes me to somewhere backstage then walks off. I try as hard as I can to pull myself up, finding it hard to shift my weight on my new prospethic leg. When I finally manage to keep myself standing upright, more people come to me.

"The interview will start in just under three minutes Willow Mellark." A woman with a clipboard informs me. "Remember, don't show any form of unhappy emotion or cry, answer all asked questions and-" She places something small into my ear quite forcefully. "Say exactly what the voice will be telling you to Caesar."

"If I don't?" I dare to say.

"Or else." She turns to her heel, points to the stage entrance, sticking her long nose in the air and walks off.

I follow the arrow pointing left to enter a very smart looking set. Numerous cameras are pointing in my direction with sharply bright lights beaming at every other angle. Two wooden framed chairs are diagonally pointing to face one another, this must be where I am sitting.

"Mellark," A stern looking man mutters pointing to the chair on the left.

I follow his command and limp over to it then place myself down. As if by coincidence, Caesar Flickerman enters and sits on the other chair.