A\N: Hey, I'm Allison. You probably all know me as Vasi's sister. I am now co-writing this book. Please let me know down below how you liked this chapter, or if you preferred it when just Vasi typed. Sorry if I mess up some names or you get confused, it's hard starting a book you really weren't familiar with. Thank you… BTW they are at the Capital now. We are going to switch things up and the chariot rides will be next! Review!
Chapter 4- Night Time Walks
"How about you go to bed now," Finnick said to the both of us. I did feel exhausted but I don't think I would be able to sleep. Sissel's eyes kept shutting; the fact that he was fighting sleep told me that he would have no problem sleeping. If he even made to the room the Capital prepared for us.
"Goodnight," I whispered as I hugged my brother tight. It's weird to think how my life has changed since a couple days ago. I hugged my brother because he was the best and I loved him, now it's because he is my life line and I'm terrified. He hugged me back with just as much love I gave him; he rubbed my back as we walked down the hall.
As we came to the rooms Finnick pointed out some stairs. "Those lead to a garden," he told me. I was confused with the statement but didn't question it, even though I really wanted to. My inner teen wanted to question everything he said but I knew better in the circumstances to just listen and go with it. You know what they say, "Curiosity killed the cat."
In my room I found a large shower showing hundreds of buttons. When I saw all the blinking buttons I remembered what Finnick told me after he got home. I listened t his directions and pushed the very most top button, followed by 2 left corners and the red one in the middle. This created a warm steaming shower and lavender scented soap.
"Thank you Finnick," I muttered to myself as the water ran down my shoulders. I felt the muscles in my back relax and I breathed a sigh of relief.
That night I lay in the over-stuffed bed alone. I tossed and turned for hours, thoughts of the games running through my head. They kept me wide away. I decided to take a walk when I felt as if the beige walls were closing in on me. The fact I was claustrophobic didn't help in this situation.
"What am I going to do now," I said to myself when I stood outside my door. My "Ah ha!" moment came when I saw the stairs Finnick pointed out. Before I knew it my feet were carrying me up the stairs to the garden. Soon I found myself face to face with a dark green door that said "District 4 Only." I thought it was pointless because who else would be coming up these stairs…?
"Oh my goodness!" I said in surprise when I saw a figure sitting on the bench on my right. The blonde hair was unmistaken able. Finnick sat there waiting for me to show, he knows me too well. I took a seat next to him and rested my head on his shoulder.
"What are you doing up here?" I asked. I shivered lightly as a breeze blew through. The silk robe I threw on wasn't much for protection from the wind. Finnick pulled me closer and his body heat enveloped me when he put his arm around my shoulders.
"Waiting for you," he said simply.
"So, you are stalking me?" I teased. I tried to lighten the intense moment and it worked, kind of.
"Of course not," He cracked a smile then got suddenly serious. "I knew you wouldn't be able to sleep tonight-" He trailed off.
"That sounds pretty stalkerish to me." I cleared my throat when he shot me a dirty look. "I mean, how? How did you know I was going to be here?"
"I wasn't able to sleep at all before the Hunger Games, too much going through my head." He looked out over the side, lost in his own memory. The same memories that scar him.
"Is that why you pointed out the garden steps before we went to bed?"
"Obviously, I didn't want you destroying yourself mentally, cooped up in your bedroom. That's not how you want to prepare for the arena."
I shivered again, this time it wasn't because I was cold. It was because of the intensity of his voice and his words. It really put the reality of the situation in my face. I closed my eyes and tried to breathe evenly, which I found incredibly hard to do.
"I'm scared," I whispered. This is the first time I ever spoken this fact. Or even thought it. I guess I always knew I was deep down, I guess I just now started to come to terms with it.
"I am to," Finnick whispered.
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