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A/N: English is not my native language so please ignore my grammar mistakes if there are any. Thanks!
Disclaimer: I own nothing but this fanfiction. All credit goes to Suzanne Collins.
Sometimes I think what I'd done wrong in the past to have deserved all these.
Today we landed on District 13 and they've made me meet this unbearable woman called Coin, the President of District 13. I didn't like her at all and nothing could change that. She was a strict, cruel woman towards me and Finnick and absolutely an insufferable person. Also, she was the so-called "real" leader of this whole rebellion thing. It was obvious she was having a hard time accepting my position as the Mockingjay. Not that I was happy to be the Mockingjay, no. I was everything but happy. I was pissed because all of this was planned without asking my opinion—or even permission. Those idiots came up with this plan and I had to play along or else my entire family would get killed.
I sighed as I left the meeting room and made my way to my—temporary—house, feeling the weight on my shoulders more than ever. I was only seventeen, for Heaven's sake, how could I lead thousands of people? I wasn't born to fight. I wasn't born to be merciless. I wasn't born to be a leader. No. I became all those in the passing time. I became a fighter when I volunteered for Prim, I became a merciless person in the games and I became a leader because people believed in me. I even saw a few women get killed just because they were braiding their hair the style I do. All of this craziness had to end and I was supposed to put an end to this. But, how? I had no one I trusted by my side.
Speaking of people I didn't trust, I heard someone walking behind me. I turned around and saw Haymitch walking towards me. I rolled my eyes and kept walking, acting like he wasn't even there.
"Come on Katniss, you can't treat me like this forever." He said and caught my wrist, turning me around to face him.
"What is it with you people catching a hold of my wrist?" I snapped at him angrily. "And I can treat you any way I please for any amount of time I consider to be okay." I turned away from him and kept walking but then he started walking beside me.
"We're gonna fight side by side, sweetheart. We have to get along." He said and I looked at him.
"Actually, no, we don't have to get along." I deadpanned and walked away from him as fast as I could. I sighed with relief when I finally reached home. I dropped myself on the couch, feeling its softness even in my bones. I was both mentally and physically tired so I really needed some sleep—even though I knew I could never sleep peacefully. Not after all I've been through.
While thinking about the past few days, I drifted away to a sleep full of nightmares.
I woke up to my own scream and looked at my right side immediately. In the nightmare, there was a deadbody lying right beside me and its blood was all on my hands. I also checked my hands to be sure it was indeed a nightmare. When I was certain none of it was real, I slowly got up from the couch and made my way to the kitchen. I wasn't hungry but I needed to drink some water. I was thirsty and finding a bottle of cold water in the fridge felt like finding treasure at that moment. I drank the whole bottle with only a few gulps and felt refreshed. But when I heard my door being knocked, all the freshness went and anxiety took place again.
I, with small steps, reached the door and hesitated before opening it. Then I heard his voice through the door.
"Katniss, it's me."
I rolled my eyes. "Go away Finnick. I don't want to see you." But my hand still didn't let go of the half turned doorknob.
"I just want to talk." He said but I heard the uncertainity in his voice.
I huffed and opened the door wide open. I made my way to the living room and heard him close the door behind him, following me to the room. I stood in the middle of the room, my arms folded on my chest, waiting for him to start talking. But when he said nothing and just stood there in front of me, I talked instead of him.
"You came here to talk, so...talk." I quoted him from before and saw him smirking at me. But his smirk disappeared quick.
"To be honest, I am here to say sorry. I just woke up from a nightmare where you killed me so..." I knew the last part was a joke to lighten up the mood but my anger towards him wasn't going to pass easily.
I just stared at him and then saw him staring back at me. Suddenly, everything about his beautiful face, shining mischiveous eyes was gone and something else entirely covered him up. It was like his mask dropped and there he was, Finnick Odair, vulnurable and weak. His shoulders dropped slightly and he sighed.
"They're torturing her, Katniss. They told me she's being tortured."
I didn't need to ask who she was because I knew too well. I saw him slowly walking towards the couch and sitting on it, trying to keep his balance while doing that.
"I'm sorry Finnick." Was my only reply to him. What more could I say? That I was going to save her? Well... I couldn't guarantee that, nobody could. It'd be unfair to give him high hopes about her. All in all, she was being held by the Capitol.
Then he slowly looked up at me. "Is that all you got to say? Katniss, we got to save her."
"I can't promise you anything, Finnick." I said and shrugged. I knew I was acting like a cold-hearted bitch but that wasn't my intention at all. I was basically telling him the truth. Plus, I honestly didn't feel like helping him. I still didn't trust him and his odd behaviour weren't helping. Also, I didn't know this Annie girl whatsoever. She was absolutely not on my priority list.
That's when he stood up from the couch fiercely and stood right in front of me. "You're the Mockingjay, Katniss. You are the leader. You can do it, you just don't want to."
I saw so much anger in his eyes that it scared me. I looked away from him, trying to stay cool. But he grabbed my upper arm and squeezed it tightly. "I've done nothing wrong to earn your hatred." He hissed at me, squeezing it even tighter. That made me squeak like a little girl.
I struggled under his tight hold. "You've done everything to earn my hatred, Odair." I snapped back at him. But he was not letting go of me and my arm started to hurt so much.
He rolled his eyes. "Is it because I kissed you or is it because you liked me kissing you? Which is it, Katniss? Are you surethe problem isn't you and not me?" He deadpanned and I froze.
I narrowed my eyes at him. "Let go of me now."
He narrowed his eyes too. "Or what? What are you gonna do, Katniss? Kill me? I'd like to see you try."
His words made me feel like my blood was boiling inside me but I did nothing at all. The team needed him so I couldn't risk killing him. And, I had no weapon with me in the District, or in the house. I only had my bare hands and I didn't think I stood a chance against him with only my bare hands. He was much stronger than me, I faced that fact a long time ago. So I just kept staring at him and his hand on my arm. I didn't even feel his touch anymore, I felt numb there already.
"I will not kill you Finnick. They will. Right now, they need you. But when they're done with you, they'll be the ones to kill you without hesitation, not me." I said calmly and shrugged. Here, I stated another truth. What an honest girl I was.
Then he let go of me and stormed out of the house, just like I stormed out of his compartment days ago. My days here and in the ship were going to be hell because I was turning everything into a mess with the only person I was supposed to get along with. The thing keeping me hopeful was that Peeta's ship was going to land on District 13 within two days. But he was still unconsicous. Maybe I could interact with Johanna a little but she was a friend of Finnick's so... I was all alone in this. I was all by myself.
And I chose to be alone in this. Stupid me.
Short chapter I know but I will try to update faster this time and it'll be a longer chapter I promise! Also, no worries; Finnick and Katniss are going to make up. Obviously... LOL
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