Prim and Effie formed a bond over the past few weeks. Before leaving for the Victory Tour, Effie gave Prim her phone number.
"Call me, whenever. I'll always pick up the phone," Effie says
"Okay," Prim replies
During the Victory Tour, Effie checked her phone more than she normally would.
"Expecting something?" Haymitch asks.
"I may be," Effie says.
"Like what, a gentleman caller?" Haymitch asks.
"That's for me to know, and you to find out," Effie replies.
"Maybe she's making sure everything goes as planned," Peeta says.
"Because everything needs to be-"
"Fabulous?" Haymitch asks finishing her sentence.
"Exactly," Effie says.
That night Effie's phone rings in the middle of the night. She quickly gets out of bed, and over to her dresser. She looks at the caller ID, and sees that it's her mother. She's probably calling to see when they'll be arriving in the Capitol. Effie sens her to voicemail, and tries to go back to sleep. Effie is now restless, and she goes into the kitchen car. She searches the fridge for strawberries, and chocolate. She warms the chocolate in the microwave, and starts to cut the tops of the strawberries off. Accidentally, Effie cuts her finger in the process. The blood rushes to the cut, and Effie runs to the sink. She runs it under water, and tries not to focus on the blood. Her stomach start to twist, and her chest feels a lot heavier.
Not a relapse, not now. Be strong Effie. You can do this.
Effie fights her urges, and dresses her wound with no problems. Effie heads back into the kitchen, and is greeted by a sleepy Haymitch.
"Why are you up so late?" Haymitch asks.
"I got hungry," Effie replies.
Haymitch leaves without anymore questions, and Effie carries on preparing her treat. At three 'o' clock in the morning, Effie finally retires to bed. The rest of tour goes by quicker than what Effie imagined. After the party at the mansion is over, the three victors return to District Twelve.
Effie and Portia go home to their shared apartment.
"I thought Cinna was coming over," Effie says with a mischevious grin.
"You know how he is. He's preparing for the next Games," Portia replies rolling her eyes.
The days go by, and Effie finds herself preparing for the Third Quarter Quell. She turns on the TV, and sees the President is about to make the announcement.
"The tributes will be reaped from the existing pool of victors," President announces.
Effie drops her wine glass on the floor. She rewinds it, to make sure she hear correctly. Effie's heart drops to her stomach, and her eyes brim with tears.
A few minutes later her phone rings, and she tries to pull herself together to answer it.
Hello?