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I Have A Dream
I have a dream, a fantasy
To help me through reality
-ABBA, "I Have A Dream"
Ever...
Finnick walks to the drawers in his room and finds a shirt for himself. He puts it on then sits down next to me on his bed. "What's going on, kid? Tell me everything."
I take a deep breath. "Tonight, my client was-"
Finnick inhales sharply. "Don't say client! Don't refer to them as that, Ever! You're too good t-" Finnick stops shouting and becomes calm again. "Please, just don't."
"Okay...well then, the man I had to see tonight was Vice President Cole. He was...different than all of the others."
Finnick pretends to be calm and asks, "Like...how?"
"He wasn't okay with me just...doing nothing while he had his way. He made me particip-"
"Ever please let me tell somebody! I can't just keep this from everybody! Don't you think they will find out?"
I begin to cry. "I want to tell but I can't! Snow will kill Daddy and kill everybody else I care about if everybody finds out." Finnick wraps an arm around me and lets me lean against him while I cry.
"Shh, you know I'm always here for you, but you've got to get tougher skin. Don't let them always get to you. Show Snow and Cole that you are a better person than they are."
"But I'm not! I'm a terrible person, I'm a dirty whore!"
Finnick grabs my shoulder and holds on with a lot of force. "F-Finnick that hurts!"
He doesn't let go. Instead, his grip tightens still and he sternly looks into my eyes. "Don't say that about yourself! You are a sweet, beautiful young woman. You are not just some whore! I won't have you being self-loathing like that. You need to find all of the happiness you can and being so harsh on yourself will only make it worse!"
I pry his fingers from my arm. "Oh and having some fantasy about the world will make it better somehow? What is a fantasy but a delusion?"
"No, a fantasy is just as bad. But what you can choose to do is find happiness in everyday things."
"Like what!" I shout.
Finnick smiles calmly. "Well...like your favorite things."
I tilt my head to the side and ask, "What are your favorite things, Finnick?"
He smiles and answers, "I like the sound of rain falling and the sound of ocean waves. The taste of saltwater as you come up out of the ocean, the smell of the air in District 4. Kittens are cute, I love it when little kids smile and I love the smells of baby powder and campfires. Cinnamon is amazing and I love to hear laughter. You have an adorable laugh, by the way. Now you try. Tell me your favorite things."
I don't even think. I just name of things I like as they come to me, "I like dancing barefoot in the pouring rain, the moonlight streaming in through my bedroom window. Snow- the kind that falls from the sky...I like laughter too. Climbing trees is fun and I too, love the smell of campfires. Rainbows are pretty but the sky is so filled with coal dust in 12 that it is hard to see one. I like annoying my father and getting hugs...is that enough?
Finnick smiles. "Perfect. Don't you feel better thinking about happy things?"
Suddenly, I feel all warm and fuzzy inside. "I do!"
"Are you staying here tonight or are you going to the twelfth floor?" He asks, prepared to shove everything onto the floor so I can sleep. I shake my head and tell him I should get back to my floor or else Effie will freak out again. Finnick reluctantly agrees but demands a hug first. I giggle and hug him. He returns it and reaches behind him. "It's cold." He explains as he hands me his jacket.
"Don't you need-"
"I have another just like it. You should feel privileged. I've let you share a bed with me, gave you my shirt and gave you my jacket all in the same week. Now off to bed with you!"
"Goodnight."
"Yeah, yeah g'night."
I step into the elevator and press the '12' button to arrive on the twelfth floor.
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What I am about to say may shock you. It may even horrify you! But the first thing I see when I step out of the elevator is the door of my father's room opening. I hear laughing and an exchange of 'see you tomorrow's'. Tomorrow? It is three o'clock in the morning! What's somebody doing in Daddy's room at three in the morning?
No way!
The mysterious guest is none other than the freshly divorced Raewyn. I see her and Daddy lean in and kiss each other. What! Good thing I am hiding behind a hall plant, because otherwise, I'd be dead meat.
When they make thier way toward the elevator, I hurry to press a button to open it so it looks like I just got there. The elevator door opens just as they are coming within twenty feet of it. "Hey." I say casually, pretending to just walk out of it.
"Oh!" They say in unison. They look...embarrassed. Are the sex rumors true?
Daddy, especially, looks embarrassed. "I, uh, I thought you were asleep."
"I was talking to Finnick. It was a very satisfying conversation. I thought you would be in bed, too." Oh! Wrong wording wrong wording! How much do you wanna bet they were both in bed!
"Well, uh, we were also having one of those conversations. Just uh...chilling. Because that's what adults do. We chill." He says awkwardly.
Raewyn just laughs, "See you two later. Haymitch has an awkward situation to talk himself out of!" She waves cheerily and presses the button to close the elevator.
As soon as Daddy turns to hurry back to his room, I hurry to catch up with him. I reach up and grab his shoulder, turn him around to face me and with a I-told-you-so voice say, "You had sex, didn't you!"
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