FEELING
Gev led me to part of the mansion I haven't explored. He guided me to a closed door and stood there, waiting for something. I told him thanks and he nodded, but continued to stand beside the door and me. Then, I went in. The room was darker than the hall, and my eyes took their time to adjust. Finally I could make out a figure leaning against the wall in the far back of the room. I hardly hesitated.
"Hello there Katniss," Snow laughed, as if my name was some kind of inside joke. I made my way to a chair and brought it to where he laid. I sat down. "Are you ready? Are you ready to kill me?" He sounded amused. I looked at his eyes: they were dilated and yellow. He was wearing no shirt, and sweat was covering his chest. His hair was pulled out in some places. I could tell because blood occupied these bald cavities. I let him continue. "You think that you won don't you? You think that you won huh? Your wrong girl, everyone is wrong. No one can win," he whispered.
"Win what?"
He looked at me like he knew something I didn't. "Life. Do you know why the capitol completely adores the games? Do you? It's not because we want to punish you or humiliate you. It's because we want to feel something. Everyone walks around doing their boring things, who are they watching?" He pointed his finger at me and leaned forward. "You. They're watching poor little children like you. We made you who you are Katniss, we made you the mockingjay. You are just the entertainment. Life is so boring! People would rather watch you die than clean their houses because when we watch you, we feeling something. And what is life without feeling?" I watched him closely.
"Insanity," I whispered. Snow laughed.
"Sure. You know when I was a boy; I asked my mother why people look so strange. They had blue skin, and gold hair. She told me that that was people's way of becoming individuals. Everyone looked different, but in the same way, everyone looked the same. Everyone looked ridiculous." Snow laid down on the floor, but his hands gripped the walls.
"What do you feel?" I whispered. He looked at me. "What do you feel now?" He hesitated, thinking.
"I feel… nothing. I feel nothing at all." Then, Snow started to cry. I nodded and got up from the chair. Before I exited the room, I said above the sound:
"I'll make sure you feel nothing." Then I opened the door, letting the light fall upon the darkness.