Do I Wanna Know?
My eyelashes curled into one another while the smell of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies filled my nose. There was a slight sound of laughter I could hear outside my white and red room. The laughter was deep and only resembled the laugh of Haymitch.
"Damn this!" I hear a glass smash against the table in the kitchen.
I lifted myself slowly out of bed to follow the smell of
cookies and turned the knob of my room to only peak out of the room.
"She can't be a prostitute, Haymitch!" Finnick yelled.
"If she doesn't, what's gonna happen to Prim, huh? This was exactly how Johanna's family died." Said Haymitch.
"Katniss is too pure. I can't have her go through what I am." Finnick sighed.
I adjusted my sweatpants and walked out of the room slowly. Both of the boys looked at me, but differently. Finnick gave a look of despair with eyes stinging red as if he cried. Haymitch's eyes were stung red, but from being high.
"What?" I muffled slowly as I walked over to the bronzed Finnick to sit on his lap. My lips slowly pressed onto his cheek, leaving a little mark of chapstick on his cheekbone. His large, muscular hands caressed my brown hair.
"Cupcake. I need to talk to you later." He whispered into my ear.
"But I heard something about me being a prostitute?" My lips brushed against his ear. I could see out the corner of my eye that Haymitch made faces to look like he was throwing up.
"I'll tell you later. I want to take you somewhere. Go get dressed." He commented.
I snuck a quick look at Haymitch, but he didnt look at me. He was looking at the love of his life, holding onto her as of she was about to leave. Her name is Whiskey.
Finnick slapped my butt as I walked into my room to change for whatever he had planned.
My skin sizzled as the steamy shower water touched my skin. Water ran down my face, blurring my vision. I look over to my right to see dozens of different body wash scents, then to right in front of me to see different water settings. It was saddening to see how many water settings there were here in the Capitol while in District 12, it was a struggle to even get water.
I turned of the water and slowly walked out the shower to be wrapped my Finnick's arms once I stepped out.
"What the hell is going o-", I started, but he cut me off.
"Snow called while you were sleeping," he dazed off. "He wants to sell you."
"What the hell does tha-"
"He wants you to... use your body... to get money for the Games"
"Finnick, what the hell!" I push him off of me.
"Are you mad at... me?" He chokes.
"Not at you, but what if I don't want to?!" I could feel my face steaming.
Finnick's eyes looked down and looked over at the picture frame I keep of Prim in my bathroom. As I finished asking what would happen, he slid his finger across the top of the frame, then flipped the frame down so Prim's picture was faced down.
"Are you kidding me?!" I yelled.
"Katniss, trust me. He has me doing it too but I promise you that Prim honestly isn't worth the pain you feel after being sold to strange peopl-"
"Out." I point out my bathroom to signal him to leave, as he does.
I looked at my body in the mirror, still cold and naked from the shower. Just by the idea of selling myself, I can't see the same Katniss anymore. The only thing I saw was a tear stream down my face. All my senses felt blurred except for my hearing. I could hear Haymitch fumbling around all because of his love. Her name is Whiskey.