Authors note:yay longish chapter I like this chapter its sweet and was easy to write.
Anyway I need goes crazy after seeing her district partner get beheaded right?so how's that meant to work if she hates her district partner?please help the only thing i can think of is to make them like each other and I don't like that idea please please help me.
Thoughts?
The balcony
I wake up gasping, drenched in sweat.
I pull the cover from over my head and lay back trying not to think of the nightmare i just had.
But the only thing that will take mind of it are the interviews .
which funnily enough went well.
I lay back and try to sleep.
without success.
I push the quilt to the floor.
And get up.
Before walking to my door I pull on my dressing gown and quickly lock the door behind me.
Maybe I'll go upstairs this I need some fresh air.
I walk up the few flights of stairs.
But as I round the corner to the third flight I see someone sitting on the balcony.
Annie.I think.
As I move thoughts are confirmed it was Annie.
So she couldn't sleep either.
I roll my eyes at my stupidity.
Of cause she couldn't sleep with all that's happening last night here.I wonder what's going through her head right now I mean she doesn't look scared just lost in thought.
I look up at the stars.
"nice isn't it."i comment.
I can tell that I startled her as she turns to face me.
"you have got to stop doing that."she exclaims.
"What?"i truly don't know what she's talking about.
"sneaking up on know coming up behind me how long have you been there anyway?"
I avoid her last question.
"we'll its everyone's balcony you know"i joke.
"yeah but I just didn't think anyone would find me here especially not at this time of night."she mumbled.
"morning actually."i say."and I could leave if you want"
"no you can stay."she answered Quickly."i mean you can stay if you want you can go."She added a blush rising to her cheeks.
I smile and sit down on the floor next to her sofa.
She gazed out at the stars.
I watch her what to me seemed perfect features.
I don't know how long this lasts.I wonder what she's thinking.
Her face was so beautiful when she concentrated.
"what are you thinking." I ask genuinely curious.
She looks was soon deep in thought I think she'd forgotten I was even there.
"um just thinking about tomorrow and home.. sort of stuff."she whispers.I struggle to hear her.
"i wonder what it would be like to die." she's even quieter this time.
"your not going to die Annie"my words are cold and hard.
I think she's surprised at my tone.
"yeah you can say that but imagine me as victor."she laughs "yeah right."
I do as she says and try to imagine hard as a . me. Doing what I I tell myself she will never be like me. She's too she'll have to if she wins snow will make her she'll have to watch every tribute die every year and she wouldn't be able to cope with 'd go mad.
So I imagine the dead.I imagine hearing her screaming in agony see her bloody as her white life less corpse is delivered back to district seeing the colour rise to her cheeks again.
No that won't happen she won't won't die.I tell 'll come home and live happily ever after I try to convince myself that the lies are true.I look up into her eyes and see that it's nice kind eyes say everything she wouldn't hurt a fly let alone a human.I sigh.
"I'm going to have to kill people."she states." Im going to become a monster"
Suddenly I'm angry.
"Annie I killed loads of people innocent children.I stabbed them. Shot them.I even killed one of them with my ownbare are not a anyone is interested am.I killed these people mercilessly.I listened to there screams I watched them die.-"i sob uncontrollably.
She seems startled by the sudden outburst and strokes my she begins to sing.
Once upon a time I heard
That the flying moon was a Phoenix bird;
Thus she sails through windy skies,
Thus in the willow's arms she lies;
Turn to the East or turn to the West
In many trees she makes her nest.
When she's but a pearly thread
Look among birch leaves overhead;
When she dies in yellow smoke
Look in a thunder-smitten oak;
But in May when the moon is full,
Bright as water and white as wool,
Look for her where she loves to be,
Asleep in a high magnolia tree.
And there I sleep peacefully for the first time in five years.
