Chapter 38

Annie

I barely feel them wash and dress me or when the prep team sets me down to do my make-up. None of it seems real to me right now. Dr.C said I was going home, he promisedit yet here I was getting ready to be a doll in the famous interviews. Couldn't they see I wasn't stable enough for this? My life and mind are falling to shambles and still they make me be their little pawn. The thoughts running through my hand make me shiver and I get scolded, again, for not cooperating with whatever they are doing to me.

When I am able to look into the mirror I see they have dressed me in a sparkly halter-top attire with a frivolous and quite ridiculous looking purple poofy skirt fanning out around me. I look like a clown and I avert my eyes not even wanting to see my face with all the painted make-up on it. At least Finnick will be there to help you through, I think to myself taking deep breaths. I would finally be able to see him again after so much time. And then we would go home. These were the only things getting me through as they horded me out to the car and towards where my interviews would be held.

Finnick

"Finnick! Over here!"

My name was called in so many different ways and accents that I found myself getting nauseous from it all. The capitol was always like this, they all wanted to see me out and doing their bidding while they screamed like I had hung the moon. Honestly, it just gave me a headache and made me cross.

"They're all jealous that you chose me, love." Tovia boasted from my side happily as she tossed her metallic hair across her mahogany dyed shoulders. I had to force myself not to shy away from her presence beside me and instead nod calmly and give a charming smile.

"I only pick the best babe." I was lying through my teeth and if Annie were here she'd call me out on it. Speaking of Annie, she still hadn't shown and I had waited behind scenes long enough before getting pulled out to socialize like a good gentleman (and for my life) by the capitol. My palms were sweaty when the lights dimmed and every one sat. I didn't sit with the mentors tonight, no, Tovia and I had special VIP seating to watch my tribute. Of course courtesy of Snow they were front and center where Annie could get a good look at us. Sometimes I figured I had only been placed on earth to humor our "dear" president.

Annie

"It is wonderful to see you again Annie."

Somewhere in the distance Caesar was talking and I tried to focus on him as I sat on the stage but my eyes were moving of their own accord. Always back to Finnick myFinnick who was being draped over by some capitol tramp. I wanted to cry and scream at the same time but I knew it would only get him in trouble if I blew these interviews so I took a deep breath and tried to clear the blur away from his face.

"I would say the same to you Casear, but it wouldn't be honest." The crowd laughed at my harsh tone and I rolled my eyes minutely.

"Eager to get home I see? Don't worry dear, I don't take it personal." Now, there was silence as I couldn't think of anything to say back to the honest looking man in front of me. If I weren't sworn to hate every one in the capitol I was sure Flickerman and I could be friends….maybe.

"Ahem, well, yes we have limited time so I presume we should start the reviews?" His questions were directed at the crowd and my heart literally stopped beating for a second. No. no no NO.This was what I had forgot. I had been bothered all week wanting to remember something that had been persistant in my skull but had failed. Now, I remembered.

I would have to watch Marcel die all over again.

AN; I know I know it's rude to leave you with a cliff-hanger but I'm pressed for time xD I'd make up excuses as to why I haven't been around but I swear it wasn't for lack of reviews I just have had NO writing inspiration. BUT I am back and you can possibly count on weekly reviews for the rest of the summer. –fingers crossed- I love you all, five reviews and I'll hurry with the next chapter ;) -Blurry