My room on the train reminds me of my house in the Victor's village.
Calm…
Clean…
Soft…
The walls are different shades of blue, like I'm underwater, and my bed is full of pillows that are different shades of blue, reminding me of ripples on the water's surface. I have a kitchen, bedroom, bathroom, and dining area in my train room.
I run my hand across the stainless steel handle on the refrigerator as I walk over to my bedroom portion, getting ready for dinner.
Once there, I fling my wooden closet open, pondering what to wear, scanning through all of the clothes there.
Dresses, skirts, jeans, what to wear?
My fingers trace over a silky dress and I stop, returning to the dress.
I gently pull it out of the closet and lay it on the bed.
I ponder wearing it, staring at the dress covering my entire bed, and I sigh, peeling off my other dress, throwing it the ground. I shiver in just my undergarments as I slowly pull the silky substance over my body, falling in gentle waves at my bare feet.
I frown at my reflection as I race over to the bathroom.
I dunk my head under the faucet in the bathroom, watching the remains of Annie the Victor wash down the drain.
I wince as I rip the pins and headband out of my hair, making it poof out in frizzy waves. I shake my head, calming the frizzy ness as I finger brush my hair, licking my hand to calm the frizz.
Once I'm done, I stare at my reflection with mild satisfaction.
The bags under my eyes are more prominent and my eyes are wild. I have an evil smirk on my face, and my hair is standing up.
Combining all of that with this beautiful dress, and it's now called the Ghost of Annie.
The dress is a tight, billowy dress that is practically see through and is as pale as my skin, which is paper pale.
A knock at my door makes my head pop up. I slam the drawer shut as I run over to the wooden doors.
The knock sounds again, and I growl out, "I'm COMING!"
I fling the door open, anger burning through my eyes, and they soften when they fall on Mags hunched form.
Her eyes are wide as she takes in my look. Finally she meets my eyes, and there's an evil glint in her eyes as she says, "Ready to go?"
I nod, then confusion overcomes me, "Wasn't Agnes suppose to come get me?"
Mags nods, reaching behind me to shut my door, taking my head and leading me down the plush hallway, "But she didn't."
I sigh, rolling my eyes, "Figures."
The blue carpet feels soft under my bare feet as we trod along the hallway silently, as if not to wake up the little children sleeping soundly in their beds.
The sound of voices call through the shut door for the dining car.
My heart saddens as I look through the door window and take in the scene in front of me.
"They've started dinner without me?" I whisper, tears falling down my face.
Mags squeezes my hand gently, and I nod, wiping my tears off of my face, my face hardening.
I growl as I fling open the door and all of the talking seizes. A fork clatters to a plate as I storm over to my spot next to Finnick.
I throw myself into my chair, and I glare up at five shocked faces.
"What?" I growl, crossing my arms over my chest.
"WHAT ARE YOU WEARING?" Agnes sneers, her orange eyes blazing.
I snarl, raising my knife up to the tip of her nose, "I think," I growl, my eyes blazing with anger, "the question is, why didn't you come to get me?"
I stand up, glaring at all of them, my eyes murderous, "Why didn't any of you besides Mags?" I point at Mags angrily and she dodges my knife.
"Annie…" Sandra starts, placing her napkin of her plate, but I fling my knife at her head, missing it by two inches.
"Since I'm going insane, and nobody gives a crap about it, I'm just going to go back to my room and try to get myself out of this misery." I snarl, suddenly becoming very tired.
I storm out of the room, and Agnes laughs coldly.
Tears burn my eyes as I run past the Avoxes towards my bedroom.
A hand grabs my wrist, making me twirl around and lips smash against mine.
I scream out in anger and Finnick breaks the kiss, his eyes flashing with anger.
"What was that?" he growls out, grabbing my wrist harder that I cry out in pain.
He looks up and down the corridor, and suddenly I shoved into my room.
"NO!" I shout, "Get out of my room!"
Finnick locks the door and turns towards me, anger igniting his eyes.
"What just happened back there Annie?" Finnick shouts, his breathing heavy.
"You tell me genius!" I scream, flinging my necklace at him, "You're the one that's flirting with Agnes!"
Finnick's face falls as he picks up the necklace that had fallen at his feet.
Our friendship necklace…
"We are not friends anymore Finn!" I scream, tears flooding my vision, "You even said so YOURSELF!"
He flinches as he walks over to my shaking form, and I growl weakly at him, punching him in the chest.
"That's for show Annie." Finnick whispers into my hair, "I'm trying to see if I can get you out alive."
I shake my head, "I've heard those lies before. What makes you think that I'll believe you again?"
Finnick sighs, and his lips lightly brush mine. I move to get away, but he places his hand on my neck, and presses his lips harder against mine.
His hands brush against my neck, and a second later Finnick pulls back, his eyes shining.
"Gotch'a!" Finnick sings.
I look down in horror to see our necklaces intertwined again, signaling our friendship is strong and true.
"Finn!" I wail, ripping my necklace from his, "You tricked me!"
"And for a good cause too." Finnick muses.
Suddenly he holds out his arm, "Shall we?"
"But what about Agnes?" I wince against Agnes disapproving gaze, and my stomach clenches.
"Listen, don't worry about her." Finnick whispers, touching the tip of my nose. I sneeze, and Finnick laughs lightly.
"Let's go. I don't know about you, but I'm starving." Finnick makes a dramatic pose and I laugh, intertwining my arm with his.
We walk back towards the dining car, Finnick making me laugh and I tickling Finnick until he falls to the floor laughing.
We are still laughing when we walk into the dining car. A gasp comes from Agnes and I look at her, my eyes hardening.
Finnick shakes his head slowly at her, and she huffs, standing to leave.
"Agnes!" Sandra calls out, "Are you forgetting something?"
Agnes slowly turns around, her eyes shining with anger, "Yes," She says through gritted teeth, "I did." She storms up to me, and she smacks me across the face.
I gasp, stars dancing across vision as I fall to the ground, Finnick catching my falling form.
"AGNES!" I hear Sandra scream, "YOU WERE SUPPOSE TO APLOIGIZE!"
The door slams, and Finnick drapes me against the couch in the dining car.
"Thitra." Mags says gently, pulling an Avox aside, "Please get us some ice."
She nods and runs off to get some ice for my face.
"I hate her." Finnick growls, his eyes blazing with anger.
I nod, and my eyes tear up from the pain running across my face.
Mags shoves Finnick aside to place the ice on my face.
"Don't move." Mags whispers, holding the ice in place.
I sigh, my eyelids drooping.
And before I know it,
I'm asleep…