The television screen goes dark, and the room falls silent.
"Why are Antoinette, Clarisse, and Cavan all in different districts?" the question has been eating away at me ever since the reaping. "Do they not live together?" The Capitol is a perfect circle cut into twelve equal sectors. Like the districts, sectors one two and four are of the highest class.
Iguana turns to me and gives me a look as if I'm an idiot, "Seneca Crane was a rich and handsome man. Do you seriously think he stayed with one woman?" she eats the olive and throws the glass onto the suede sofa. "Well, that's that," she leaves the room without another word.
I stare at the blank screen, waiting for something more, but I know there's nothing coming. I know she's right, that's that. Those were the tributes picked, and nothing can change that now. I force myself to rise from the sofa.
I stare at the martinis on the end table against the wall. I take one and drink it in one gulp. All of a sudden, it hurts. After all that I've suffered, it finally hits me how much it really hurts. I've ignored my feelings thus far, but I can't take it anymore. I begin to sob hysterically. My parents are dead, Vera is good as dead, and my sister is gone. All that is left of her is a hollow shell of her former self holding a martini. I've lost everything I've ever loved. I want to scream and break everything in sight, but I know that will just get me sent to the mental hospital again.
I take another martini from the table. The attendant gives me a look as I've gone mad.
"What are you looking at?" I snarl.
He nods his head in dissent, "Nothing! Nothing! I-I was just-"
"Just go! Leave!" I throw the martini glass at his head, and he heads for the hills. "Everyone does eventually! Everyone I love is gone…"
I'm getting dizzy from the alcohol. I don't like the world swooping around me, but the pain is lessening.
"Can someone get me a platter?" I'm more angry than hysterical at this point. "Now, you idiots!" An extremely thin and frail young woman is pushed out from the servant's pantry. It seems she's the sacrifice. She's just standing there, waiting for me to react.
"Well, what are you waiting for? Get me a platter already!"
"Yes, ma'am," she says shakily.
She runs into the pantry, I can hear a slight murmur from out here; an obese older man is shoved out with a silver platter in his hands. He gets down on his knees and bows his head before me, holding up the platter. What the heck is he doing? I take the platter from him, but he's still sitting there.
"You're dismissed!" I snap.
He runs into the pantry where the other servants are hiding. I fill the platter with martinis, packing it as tight as possible. Once I return to my room, I set the platter on my nightstand. I don't want to drop it, especially since I can't manage to walk in a straight line. I close and lock my bedroom door. I don't want to be interrupted while I wallow in the loss of my best friend.
I start drinking martini after martini until I see three of my television. I run into the bathroom and vomit mostly in and around the toilet. I feel sick, but I need to drown out the pain. I go back to my room. My hair is knotted and tangled, and my skin looks slightly green. I pick up a martini glass and remove the olive. I study it closely. It's green on the outside with red insides. Just like me, I think.
I throw the glass at the wall; it shatters into a million pieces. I take another one and gulp it down just like the rest. My head starts pound and my vision to blur. Then the darkness increases on all sides of my vision making what I see smaller and smaller by the second. My vision is completely dark when I collapse on the floor.