You Have to Keep a Secret
Hope
My name is Hope. Hope Mellark. I know, the Mellark. Daughter of the Star Crossed Lovers. But I have a secret. My boyfriend and I have just repeated history. We defied the Capitol. Sort of. If we don't prove we we're just being teenagers, we could be killed, or worse. The Games could start over. You have to keep a secret.
Finn
My name is Finn. Finn Odair. I know, the Odair. Crazy mother and war hero father. But I have a secret. My girlfriend and I have repeated history. We defied our freedom. Fully. If we don't prove we were just being free, than we could start up The Games again, or worse. I could lose Hope. You have to keep a secret.
Hope
I had zeroed in on my kill. I aimed down the arrow, carefully holding it steady. The 250 pound deer wouldn't even know what hit it. I'm a better shot than my mother, the famous Katniss Everdeen. I let go of the bowstring. My arrow flew towards its target. But not fast enough.
"Heeeyyyyooooo!" shouted Finn. The deer ran away, but not before being pierced in the bottom. In ran away all the same.
I couldn't have possibly been more upset. Finn knew I had been tracking that thing for weeks. I even stayed up all night one time to see if it showed up to the salt lick. It did. How could my boyfriend do that? "Finn!?" I screamed. "Hope!" he said mimicking my tone. "How could you? I had that timed perfectly so he would be a perfect kill! And you go and RUIN it! I hate you Finn! I hate you!" The moment after I said those words I knew they were wrong. Finn's face scrunched up. He was having another break down, and I caused it. "Well, you know what, angel," he started, using his pet name for me, "I hate you too. My mother hates me you hate me, even I'm starting to hate me. Happy now, angel?" He said every word with venom. Even though I knew he didn't mean anything he said, it still hurt I thought he was better. But I went and gave him the illness again.
Finn
I have these sort of, attacks. They happen because of my mother. She loved me more than anything, but when she saw Peeta or Katniss she broke down, remembering my father and the war. She told me she hated me, that I was a mistake, that my dead father with high expectations of me would be disappointed. Sometimes she beat me until I bled. At times I hated her, but then again deep down I knew she loved me and I loved her… always. So it was because of my sick mother that I yelled and screamed and hurt my girlfriend.
The last thing I can remember is Hope saying "I hate you, Finn!" Before I broke down. Words left my mouth without having consent from my head. I heard and saw everything, but my mouth reacted before my brain did. I could usually think these things without saying them, but when I had an attack they just came out of my mouth. I hated it when I had them around Hope.
Hope
"Finn," I asked in a sheepish voice, "please stop."