She ran her fingers through her burnt and twisted hair and sighed. Two days ago she had came out of the famous Hunger Games, alive.
Cut up, broken, and her hair,
burnt to a crisp.
Knotted and scorched.
Frowning at herself in the mirror, Johanna put the brush down. It would have to come off.
Snip.
Snip.
Eyes closed, cheeks fresh with tears, she sat still and silent as Mags cut the last of her red-brown locks. Johanna's once long and lushes' hair was short and spiked.
Toes gliding swiftly across the woodened floor board, Finnick poked his head in, eyes sparkling like the sea. He popped a sugar cube in his mouth.
"Your hair," He states with a smile, "I like it."
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Johanna stomped along the capital building, folding her arm out with a sigh.
He was late!
She had dressed up in her best dress, a dress she hated for Johanna hated dresses period, and...he was late!
"Why do I even bother?' She growls, leaning against the wall with a sigh. Unitetounaly her hand goes up to her hair. Short and spiked from all thoes months ago.
He had liked it.
Finnick, the man who she never met or even talked to liked it!
Again, Johanna sighs. Not because she was upset or mad, but because he liked it.
"Well he should, the idiot could be a friggin super model if he would just settle down for one second."
And Johanna laughed.
It was of coarse, short lived as Finnick ran around the corner, red hair wet from sea water.
"Johanna!" He shouts happly, rushing over to lift her up and spin her around. "Johanna Iv got the best news!"
Once more she laughs. "Alright Pretty Boy, put me down and make it quick, Iv have some good news as well. So go on, shoot."
Eyes wide with excitement, he goes on telling her about Annie, how he was going to marry her and...
The rest was blurred as Johanna steps back, thoughts racing around her head, anger and hurt burning up inside her.
Why?
Because SHE knew him FIRST.
"Johanna?"
This was unfair. Painfully unfair.
"Johanna?"
She was suppose to marry him!
"Johanna, whats wrong?"
"Shut up!"
She yells, strong fist coming up to wack him straight in the face. "Traitor!"
And without so much as a glance, Johanna runs off, crying for the first time since the Hunger Games.
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"No, no, no, NO!"
Heart punding she runs to his side. Broken and cut up, Finnick lays bleeding on the ground from the whipping. His once strong body was soaked in a crimsion shower of blood. His blood.
His face, brusied and strached, and on his cheek...the mark she left when she hit him, just hours ago.
"J-Jo..."
"Shut up!" Johanna shouts, lifting his head into her lap and holding him close. "Shut up, just shut up. Youll be okay...you have to be."
"B-But..."
"No!"
Coughing, he looks up, eyes shinning like the sea. Hand going to her cheek.
"Johanna...I love your hair."
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Snow falls, she walks all alone, bare feet and a strapless dress covering her body. Hair short and spiked she bends down, not caring about the snow or the cold. Cheek to the ground, head over Finnicks grave, Johanna lays, crying.
"You where mine first."
The End