"GET UP GET UP GET UP" I hear Celtic say.
I slowly get out of Finnick's arms. I kiss him on the forehead and whisper a good bye. He was still asleep so he didn't hear me. My stylist escorts me down to the launch pad. We board the plane and take a seat. A lady comes and inserts my tracker. I had forgotten how painful it was. I felt the small bump in my arm. Everyone else is just now arriving. They chat amongst themselves and I stay silent. Finnick is the last one aboard. He plops down in the seat beside me.
"Where have you been?," he asks me, "I was worried when I woke up and you weren't there."
All I do is shrug my shoulders.
The aircraft takes off and I feel the plane floating in the air. I watch out the windows. The fluffy clouds and the beautiful scenery, then they black out from my vision. All beautiful things in the world must go away at some point. I silently cry. No tears come. I only shake. My world of terror is only a few hours away. I rest my head on Finnick's shoulder. I fall asleep only to be waken yet again. It is time to leave Finnick only to be reunited with him in hell. He hugs me good bye and gives me a long kiss. He doesn't stop until the peacekeepers drag him towards his cell.
"I LOVE YOU ANNIE," he screams as he is dragged down the hall, "I WILL ALWAYS PROTECT YOU."
I cry.
My stylist leads me down the hall to my small dressing room as he calls it. He puts me in a simple purple jumper. From what I can tell it isn't water proof. He dresses me, gives me a slight hug, and leaves me. I still have 5 minutes until I enter my nightmares. I drink water, and I forget the food. I don't know dehydration but I have seen Katniss go through it. Not a pretty sight. My five minutes are up. I stand in the tube. I remember the claustrophobic feel of it. I am lifted, up, up, up. I close my eyes and crouch on my knees. I am scared, I am frightened, I can't move.
The gong sounds...
I feel the sunlight on my face. My eyes are still shut. I hear someone calling my name. It is Finnick. I must be brave for him. I slowly stand up and open my eyes. Water. I see water everywhere. Am I home? Then I spot the cornucopia, I am not home. I am in a nightmare. I glance around. I see Finnick.
"WATER !," I shout to him, "FINNICK WATER!"
"ANNIE," he shouts back, "You are talking!"
I am talking. I am not scared. I am not frightened. I am prepared. I got this. I can probably win. But if I team up with Finnick and twelve, I can't kill any of them. I must go solo. I must face this alone. I got this.
