Unpleasant Memories
As that old man with the white rose on the top pocket of his suit I cringe in the memory of our last meeting. He sits down to the opposite side to me, my hands tied tightly behind my back, the cuffs digging in but as not to give Snow the satisfaction I grit my teeth through it. The Peacekeepers behind me who've been guarding me bow at Snow before making their way through the door. "Annie, how nice it is to see you." he says smiling sweetly. It makes me sick but I know one wrong move and I'm dead. A bead of sweat drops down my forehead as I try to stay alright and sane for Finnick's sake.
"Shame I can't say the same back." I snarl looking into his callous ice blue eyes.
"That's not how I'd like to start this off. I'm giving you a chance Annie and all you seem to want to do is throw it away. The thing is we need information and you know something about the rebel's plot." he says coldly back at me.
"What I know nothing about a plot! I've not been watching it!" surely he knows this. That I have no clue what he's talking about it. But he simply moves his hand towards a remote and a film starts playing. It startles me and takes me a minute to work out where the screen is. In it I see that girl shot an arrow into the force field and the massive explosion follows. It was no accident.
"So Annie, do you want to start again?" he asks.
"Finnick." I rush out, "is he ok?"
"He's been taken to District 13. Come on Annie I know you understand this and seem to be withholding some vital information from me." he responds. I don't know what to say and even if I do I can't get it out from the ever drying throat. District 13 is destroyed. I told Snow I don't know, why does he still need me? But you can't win the Hunger Games unless you know how to work out what others think and I understand now. That I'm a weapon that Snow can use against Finnick. As long as Snow has me Finnick won't dare put a foot out of line because that could result in my death…