Shipwrecked

Co-written by Little Flipendo and this-is-izzy

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Chapter One

"Narrisa, get inside!"

These were the days I hated. The whole week was horrible. Not one child ran playing on the street, boats sat quietly in the docks. I hated how our normal cheery streets filled with fishermen selling freshly caught fish, older ladies sitting outside putting nets together as they chatted and children playing Sharks and Minnows on the old cobble stone streets could be replaced by dead silence all because of today, the Day of the Reaping. No one was to step foot outside their house, not if they wanted to be respectful.

Whatever the hell that was supposed to mean.

I reluctantly lifted myself from the privet shore behind our home, grabbing my things and hustling through the back door. Entering into the kitchen, my two brothers, Finnick and Leo, sat at the kitchen table, my mother at her spot at the table next to the head. They all stared at me.

Finnick was handsome, tall with tan skin. His arms were strong, muscles slightly budging from how tense he was. His bronze hair tumbled down across his forehead, leading right to his ocean green eyes. It was messy today; he hadn't cared to brush it. His cheekbones were high, his lashes full, and his jaw was strong.

Leomaris, Leo, sat next to him, trying to copy his exact posture. He has always wanted to be just like Finnick one day. He was like a carbon copy of Finnick only, he was younger, his eyes weren't sea green but more dark blue, and his hair was a shade lighter from being out in the sun all day with his friends.

My mother, Marilla, was a nervous wreck. At least Finnick and Leo could hide it a little but I knew why she was nervous. Her hands were shaking around a cup of tea Finnick probably made for her. There were dark circles under her dark blue eyes, the color Leo inherited. Her hair was a dark brown, messy and frizzy. She had beauty, only it was masked by her worry for me.

"What?" I asked, feeling self conscious as they stared at me.

"Nari, you need to be prepared for whatever hap-" Finn started but I shook my head.

"I won't get chosen," I repeated stubbornly. I had been saying that phrase a lot the past two weeks. My older brother insisted I be prepared to be chosen to compete but I knew better. Nobody had ever been chosen from the family of a former victor. With Finnick being one of the last known winners from District Four, it just didn't seem likely. I grabbed an apple from the bowl on the counter and bit into it, my family still watching me intently. "Guys, it's going to be okay. I wasn't picked the last four years, this one isn't going to be different."

"You don't know that, Narissa! What happens if you're chosen? What happens if you're ki-" Mom started but stopped on the word. I threw the half eaten apple into the sink and stomped towards the stairs, not caring to deal with this at the moment.

"You'll see, we'll get to the Reaping and it will be someone else's name that will be drawn! I'm not going to be chosen!" I yelled over my shoulder, making my way to my room, slamming the door behind me.

I looked around my room, thinking for a quick second that it could be the last time I was in here. I took in my sea-foam walls with the little sea shells that Finnick had taken me to find lining the bottom for the wall, like a boarder. My bed faced the window, where I could see the sea flowing in the back yard. We lived with all the other victors of the Games. The houses were gorgeous and the views are breath taking. My bed had sea shell shaped pillows on top of my white quilt that my mother had passed down to me. My clothes were packed into a little trunk, my two other pairs of shoes lined against the wall next to it.

"Narissa, can I come in?" Finnick asked before opening the door and stepping inside.

He looked haunted, like he was thinking of a memory that he'd rather not be reliving in his mind. Then again, he seemed to always think of the Games on Reaping Day. For awhile afterwards, all he thought of was the Games. He would wake up in the night screaming, throwing his arms like he was launching the trident he was given from the sponsors, trying to defend himself. When I heard him screaming, I took that as my cue to go into his room, crawl under the covers and hold him. I would listen to him cry as he fell back asleep, hugging me tightly to him.

"Look, Finn, I really don't want to talk about today," I said, my voice barley a whisper. Talking about the Games with Finnick was tricky. He sometimes was normal and could hold an actual conversation. Other times, well, let's just say he would panic, almost like he thought he was still there.

"I just came in to ask what you were wearing." he shrugged, opening my closet where all my nicer clothes he had bought hung and sifted through the clothes.

"Yeah, right," I smiled and my brother winked at me. Finnick never cared what I wore on Reaping Day. He just cared if I got picked or not.

"Are you going to meet up with Annie before the Reaping?" I asked softly. Finn turned to look at me and shook his head slowly. Annie was the love of his life, the one girl he truly cared about. He didn't care about any of those girls in the Capitol or around here. He may be very friendly with a lot of girls but he didn't love them like he loved Annie. I was the only one who knew.

"You know I can't. I wish I could because she's terrified of the Reaping but I can't," he said sadly. Annie was also a winner from our district, two years before. She went sort of crazy after her Games and hasn't been the same since. Annie was terrified of people, always looking over her shoulder in case someone is going to get her. It's like she thinks she's still in the Games.

People were afraid of her. Some say she should be locked up but they don't know what it is like in her mind, in that arena. Finnick told me things from his Games, things that could drive a person mad if you were there to witness it. I'm surprised he isn't insane. I would go crazy too if I was put in that type of situation; to compete against twenty three other kids. Twenty three other kids that I would have to fight to the death with.