Grateful
I sit in the prison cell waiting for President Snow to come in to give us the speech of what is to become of us. Johanna is tied against the wall because she hasn't been cooperating and Enobaria is plain knocked out. I'm the only one who hasn't fought back. My first reason is that I know there is no way I could defeat the Capitol on my own or get away from the prison. The second is that I don't want to risk injuring myself in any way. I'm already injured, almost beyond repair. I don't know how my new prep team is going to be able to spruce me up to make me even presentable to the Capitol citizens.
Snow has told us that we're going back in the arena. Somehow I always knew that this would happen. I've been in the arena so many times that it doesn't threaten me anymore. In fact, it's almost familiar territory, a small comfort when you feel like you're about to die. I know there is no way I'm making it out of the arena again... at least, alive. In fact, I may not even make it into the arena alive.
I've come close to death many times. One time when I was younger, there was a fire in the bakery and I was trapped inside. Morrison helped me out and I've been nice to him ever since. I'm grateful he was brave enough to get me out. I know Jamie would have never done that. They had to take me to see someone because the air I'd breathed in was contaminated and affecting my lungs and breathing. Then, when I went into the Hunger Games for the first time, I came very close to dying multiple times. If it hadn't been for Katniss who nursed me back to health, I'm sure I would have died in the arena the first time. During the second times with the electrified fence, I was sure that was the end. I felt the shock and as it was rippling through me, I knew. I was done. But as soon as I came to that conclusion, I felt lips closed on mine. Air was rushing back into my lungs. It was Finnick.
It sounds so weird, but between Morrison, Katniss and Finnick, I'm most grateful for Finnick saving me. For some reason, it seemed like I had already died and Finnick had brought me back to life. It felt like a magic kiss in a fairytale when the princess was awoken by a prince. I guess that makes me the princess, and that is weird, but Finnick made me feel different. Didn't make it seem wrong.
I've been worrying about how Katniss has been since the Games. They didn't capture her in the Capitol hovercraft, so she's either dead or somewhere else. The odds are not in her favor. But what about Finnick? Where is he? Did he make it? I wish that he is alive just as hard as I wish for Katniss. This is an odd feeling for me. I've never had feelings for a guy like this. Guys are for friendships only... not relationships. I could never imagine having a relationship with a guy. It never even crossed my mind. But then I was kissing Finnick. He wasn't saving my life. He was kissing me. And I'm sure this has changed something inside me.
At least I can say I'm grateful.
A/N: Sorry if I weirded anybody out. I wrote down the list of characters and let fate decide who the Fic would be about. This time it's Peeta/Finnick. Now I'm working on Cinna/Effie. Hope you liked it!