The Goodbyes
The Peacekeepers escort, or more shove me towards the stage. "GOOD LUCK TO BOTH OF OUR DISTRICT 6 TRIBUTES!" I shake the familiar hands of Michael, but I refuse to make eye contact. I make a deal within myself; If Michael won't make it out alive, then neither will I. My eyes aren't red anymore, but there are tears steaming down my face. (Safe and Sound reference!)
As soon as we are in the Justice Building, One of my best friends, Ella, comes in. She is crying but she calms down.
"You need to win," she says.
"I can't," I reply. She knows about Michael. For the remainder of the five minutes, we sit in each other's arms for the last time.
I know my father will be to drunk to visit, even care that his daughter is in the games. However, he managed to become sober and visit, maybe because I was his only family.
"I'm sorry I did that to you. Never took care of you like a father should have." I notice he doesn't have tears in his eyes.
"I'm not quite sure you are," Is my response.
Our five minutes aren't even up, and he leaves. Most probably because he knows I won't forgive him. I don't know whether to be happy or sad because of that.
"Hello, It's Jeanine. I'd like it if you called me Jo, though." Jeanine appears in the door.
And I'd like it if I wasn't in this freaking mess, I thought. However, I comply, because Jo is giving me a nervous smile that shows she is truly symphathetic, yet still friendly. I suppose it wouldn't hurt to have a Capitol ally.
"It's time to board the train. We're going to the Capitol."
The Capitol, which was known as if it was a faraway land, the land of superstars, and now I'm going there only to be prepped for my death.
I don't know how to feel about this all.
