SO SORRY! Well not really. To tell you the truth, not at all. Here is my excuse. And its a good one. My two best friends are both in ths hospital. One is anorexic, and I have spent most of my time tryin to coax her into eating something. My other best friend has depression, and recently tried to commit suicide. It didn't work, but she hurt herself enough to make her be in the hospital. The weird thing is, I'm the least attractive out of all of us, het they're the ones who hate themselves. It makes me very very sad sometimes. Alright. Blah blah blah. Don't own the hunger games. *insert witty comment here*
Chapter 10
Last few minutes of this train ride, and I'm practically going insane. No sleep for the past couple days. And I can barely eat. My mentor thinks that I was excited about the Games, and makes me watch my tape every day. I have nightmares, and they're always the same thing. Snow holding my friends and family. One by one he slits their throats, and I awake screaming my head off. Ten's always there, though. And that's how I know I'm going crazy. Because he died. I'm the fiancé of a freaking zombie. Ahh. Nothing like waking up to the undead every morning. It's really quite refreshing. Anyway, I digress.
I'm excited to see my friends and family, but I wonder what they'll think of me. I mean, I just let all of those people die, and didn't think a thing of it. I'm a murderer. A filthy pawn of the Capitol and..
"La-Nine dear, it's time. We're here honey!" I have to hold in a girly scream. Anything that sounds like that is not allowed to pass from these lips. EVER!
As soon as I step outside of the doors, flashing lights and questions assault me. Ugh. Is the arena an option?
"LAVENDER!" I turn to see Lyssi sprinting towards me. She engulfs me in a hug. "I knew you would come back, I just knew it!"
"Hey Lyssi! Oh my god it's good to see you. But my name isn't Lavender. It's Nine. How are things between you and Luke?"
"NINE!" I hear a voice bellow. LUKE! I spin around and he bear hugs me. "Are you sure you want to change your name?"
"No dipshit. I only changed it because I wanted sympathy." I roll my eyes. "Of course! Now, I came home expecting a happy couple. If you guys aren't dating, I'm not going to speak to either of you." Luke turns to Lyssi and kisses her. Which quickly escalates to a make out session.
"God Luke. What the heck?! I didn't want to see my sibling kiss someone."
He laughs and says, "How do you think I felt, with you in the arena kissing some little twerp?" Immediately, he tries to take it back. But I just stare at him and rub my ring.
"MY LITTLE GIRL!" My father grabs me in a giant bear hug. He's a large man, my dad. I can barely get my arms around his waist. But it's all muscle.
"Dad! I'm so happy to see you." Before I know it, we're both sobbing messes. He looks at me and wipes my tears. Luke stands awkwardly next to us, patting my Dad's back. I realize someone is missing. Well two people. "Where is Zita? And Mom? They are coming, right?"
"Of course we are my darling girl! We just stopped to get you a muffin! I know how much you hate rich food!"
Zita walks over and ruffles my hair. "Hiya sport! I missed you." She and Mom gather me in a hug. I pull back and say, "My escort is gonna beat your butt for doing that to my hair!" They hand me a whole wheat muffin, and I eat it in three seconds flat. Compared to the food in the Capitol, it's plain. But to me, it tastes like home.
Mom touches my arm. "Sweetie, I'm sorry that this happened to you. I would have volunteered if I could." I hug her again and mumble my thanks. I go completely forgot about my arm in all of the excitement of coming home. Which is really weird, because that prosthetic thing is all that has been on my mind.
Somone pulls on my shirt and I look down. A little girl is standing there with a small blush on her cheeks. "My name is Abigail. I'm very sorry for what happened to you on TV. It didnt look like a very fun game. Whenever I play games, they're fun. But that one didnt seem fun. I wanted to say hi, because I think you are pretty." I smile at her. She's pretty smart for a little girl.
I crouch down to about her height. "Well hello Abigai. No it wasn't a very fun game, but I had to play it. I think you are very pretty yourself. I like the flowers in your hair."
She blushes. The peace keepers behind me grab my arm and march me on through. I wave to Abigail and blow her a kiss before I'm pulled into the justice building.
My stylist comes into the room and stands next to me. "Nine, we need to get you dressed dear. Come step in. When the dress is zipped up, it barely covers my butt. I wouldn't wear this to sleep in.
"Umm does it have to be this short?"
"Honey this is nothing. Besides, you're gonna want to make a good impression on the people watching!" Yes. I'm gonna give them the impression that I'm a slut.
"Can I put together my own outfit out of the clothes I have from the Capitol? Please?" He sighs but nods. I smile and walk to the closet. Pulling out a sparkly deep red half shirt, I grab a white tank top and a leather jacket. Then I pull out a pair tight black pants. I put it all on and look in the mirror. It's perfect. Except Im gonna need shoes. I look through the closet for a pair of shoes and come up with a pair of black lace up boots. Then I pull my hair into a ponytail, apply dark eyeliner and red lipgloss. I turn to my stylist and he nods his approval. But he adds something. Lace fingerless gloves. Hey I look bad ass. I don't know if it fits my personality, but I'm a victor. I'll do whatever the heck I want.
When I come out, my mom and dad immediately walk over to me. "Is that what you're wearing out to pick the house? Because I don't think so. Go change. Immediately." I look at them.
"I'm your daughter. But I'm not your little girl. I just went through hell and back, and if I want to wear this. I will. Please. Lets just go." They cross their arms and we leave. I end up just pointing out the first empty house in the Victor's Village. Which was pretty easy considering we have only had four victors. Oops. Pardon me. Five.
"If it makes you feel any better, I think you look hot." I look ove. My shoulder and see Ten sitting on a tree branch. I roll my eyes and smile.
"I know." I smile and walk away. On to my new life as a victor.
Hey all. I know it's been a while. But you saw my excuse. My friend with depression is better, and out of the hospital. But my anorexic friend is getting worse. Its really very sad. I keep trying to coax her to eat, but today all she ate was a slice of apple. She keeps torturing herself with magazines from Food Network. It seems like she's obsessed with food, but just won't start eating again. *sigh* So review and stuff. See ya next time.