Hello dear readers. This is a shot one shot depicting the other side of Effie, inspired by the documentary included on the blu-ray of Catching Fire. And as always, I don't own The Hunger Games, Catching Fire, or any pterodactyls.
Effie's arms were held up in such a pretentious position. She wasn't near Katniss or Peeta or Haymitch, but she held up her act. Her shoes were unbalanced. The right show was half a centimeter shorter than the left, exactly the way she asked them to be. Her dress was too tight against her stomach. She felt like vomiting.
As soon as her door closed, and she was alone, she collapsed. She pulled off her stupid wig and let her natural golden hair fall on her shoulders. She ripped off her dress and changed into something in which she could move. It was an old dress, passed through her family. It came from before Panem even existed. The fabric should have been destroyed a long time ago, but her family added a special formula in which the clothing was virtually indestructible. It hung off her shoulders loosely, and only came to her knees. As soon as she felt comfortable, she stuffed her face into her pillow.
Sometimes she was able to get by. Having kids in these cars every year, which she knew were destined to die. They were never going to live. And it was her hand that pulled their names. At first she tried pretending she was the angel of death. She thought that she could think of them as going to heaven. If it even existed.
She soon found that it was useless. Her hands caused the death of so many children.
When Katniss and Peeta both came home, she thought it was a blessing. Finally. District 12 had not one, but two winners. District 12 would have three living victors in total. Effie was never happy for herself that year, finally being able to be in the Capital festivities. She hated most Capital citizens. She was happy that, for one year, she didn't kill anybody. But when she saw the broadcast, announcing the quarter quell…she escaped into her basement and cried for hours.
Just like she was doing now. Finally, she cried herself to sleep.