Authors note:Hi everyone thankyou so much for clicking on my story! I know it's short but I really just wanted to give you an insight on the relationship of Freya and Finnick! So I've decided I will update daily! As always Please feel free to comment/ critisize and most importantly ENJOY!
I wondered around in my room dreading dinner. After my brief, but strange encounter with Finnick I felt completley terrified of being stuck in a room with him again. But I guess that's impossible since he is my mentor, maybe it's not to late to take him up on that offer of a change with Mags. I hummed in consideration as I fell into my chair beside the mirror and stared at my reflection, questioning if this was all just some kind of horrible nightmare. I still looked the same, the same hair, the same tanned skin, the same bright green eyes. But I dont feel the same. I remember I felt terrified at first, then angry at the Capitol, then just confused by Finnick and now I didn't know what to feel. So I settled on feeling nothing. or at least trying to feel nothing. But that was impossible and in-human so I gave up that idea very quickly and settled on the only thing I knew how to do, crying. I knew it was stupid and childish but I really didn't know what else to do. I was interupted from my crying fest by a light but forceful knock on the door.
"Freya? Freya, it's Finnick can you open the door?" his voice sounded from the other side of the door. Immediatley I froze in shock and tried to be quiet so he wouldn't think I was in but just then my body decided to force an exteremely loud sob from my throat, and so I had no choice but to open my door. "What?" I asked quietly, my eyes taking a sudden interest in the carpet. I couldn't look up to see if his reaction and so we were stuck in an awkward silence for several minutes before Finnick entered the room and closed the door behind him.
"I just wanted to apologise for what happened before, what you showed me... it was very impressive and could really help you in the arena. And pushing into your personal life like that... im sorry." he ended and just by listening to his voice I could tell he was sincere. So I looked up to say that it was alright and for a moment my eyes flicked over towards the mirror and I was actually very shocked to see how similar I looked to Finnick. The same eyes, nose, hair color, it's almost as if... No that's just delusional. I guess that shock must do some pretty weird things to people. Finnick must have seen me glancing into the mirror as he made a really big deal of blocking my view by standing in-front of it. I scrunched my eyes in confusion before carrying on "It's um... it's okay." I responded, my voice raising into a question at the end as I tried to get a look in the mirror again, but Finnick seemed rather persistent on blocking my view. "Would you stop that?" I groaned just incase he didn't realise what he was doing. And just like that he switched back into that weird mood that he had been in when I had done that 'deduction' thing on him. "Doing what?" he asked, feighning confusion and wearing another tight smile. "Anyway- he started steering the conversation away from the mirror- It's dinner" He stated walking toward's the door.
"Not Hungry." I ended flatly staying firmly rooted to my spot in the room. Just then my stomach decided to do a brilliant impression of a lion.
Finnick raised his eyebrows and smiled. To which I glared. "You need to eat if you want to strenghthen up..." he tried to convince me. But I just shook my head. "I can eat in here." I said bluntly. Finnick seemed to consider something before walking back over to me and crouching to my level. His eyes held some kind of sadness as he looked at me, "I know you don't want to but stay with company now, because in that arena it's just you in there. Anyway I need you to be there so I can monitor your eating. For the arena of course." he rushed the end straightening up again. I scoffed, completley un -convinced by him. " So you're saying you want me to eat in the company of someone who could very well kill me by the end of the month because I'll get lonley and you need to monitor what I eat?" I asked waiting for confirmation. Finnick nodded and carried on out the door. "Ok then." I said quickly following behind him. And just as he crossed over the doorway I stepped back and closed the door in his face. Although I think he may have been to close because I heard a distinct sound of contact and muttered curses from the other side. "Open the door Freya!" he yelled angrily from the other side. Getting tired from the event's of today I ignored his request and settled on ordering food for the night. It took forever to mull over the menu and even longer for Finnick to leave, but it didn't matter what I ordered I couldn't bring myself to eat it. If the Capitol thought they were going to win me over with some fancy smoke fried fish and a tea cake they were wrong. No more being terrified and weak and certainly no more crying fests. The Capitol had put my life on the line, it was about time I got up and did something about it.