Deanie's POV #7
"Deanie!" I hear Finnick's voice but I can't scream back. I'm chocking. I'm chocking on water. I'm flailing around in the water but can't seem to make it anywhere away from the water. I open my eyes and see Finnick standing over the edge looking at me. He's chanting at me, but he isn't swimming to help me. "Deanie!" He waves his hands towards me. "You can do it." I try swimming again but I feel something at my ankles. I look down and see Brody with his wicked smile holding me down. My eyes dart back up to Finnick but he's not there anymore. My legs become free so I begin to swim to the top. My head pops out of the water and a hand pushes it back down. I look through the fingers and see Brody's wicked smile. "Deanie!"
I spread my legs and kick a foot. I look up to see Finnick's worried eyes on mine.
"Deanie!" He grabs my shoulders and pulls me in for a hug. "Its alright." I wrap my arms around him and begin to sob.
"I'm sorry." I dig my nails in his shirt. "I'm sorry." I'm not apologizing for the dream I'm apologizing for letting him down. I am weak. I'm letting the games consume me.
"Its alright." He brushes my hair with his hand. "I'll tell them that you can't make it to training today." I shoot out from his arms and scream.
"No!" I look him in the eyes. "I can do this." He stands up from the ground and offers me a hand. I grab his hand and stand up stiffly. I look around I slept on the floor all night. I see a pillow and blanket beside the door. He must of moved me away from the door. I give him a smile then open the door. He taps my shoulder.
"Shouldn't you change?" I look down to see I'm still in the net. He hands me a pile of clothes that has a black shirt and black pants. I run to the bathroom.
"I'll be right back." I yell through the door as I peel off the nets. I look in the mirror and see that my hair is disheveled. I quickly brush my hair and put it in a high ponytail and run into the room. "Ok I'm ready."
Both me and Finnick walk into the dinning room together. Smuil and Brody are both standing in front of the elevator. Smuil smiles at me and waves me to the elevator. Finnick begins to walk with me but Smuil stops him. "Sorry." He gives him a smile. "No mentors." Finnick nods then looks at me. I give him a reassuring smile then press the down button on the elevator. We all pile in and Smuil presses a button. Smuil stands between me and Brody. Probably not wanting a conflict. The elevator dings and Smuil ushers us out into a huge room filled with every single tribute. I look at Smuil with his big blue lips and he turns and walks into the elevator. "Have fun." The door closes and I don't know what to do.
Brody gives a little chuckle and walks past me to meet with the boy and girl from district one and another boy and girl. I think they are from district two. That's the career pack that I am looking at now. I'm glad I'm not part of it. I catch the district two girl looking over at me and I turn away and walk the other direction. I look around the room and its a big room that has various stations from fire building stations to even berry picking stations. I look up and see the game makers lined up looking down at everyone.
I see a station where there is spears and tridents and walk over to it. I walk up the steps to the platform. I grab the trident and weigh it in my hand. Its long and silver, not too heavy but heavier than the ones that i'm use to using.
"What you going to do with that girly." I look behind me to see a tall,thin, tan boy about my age walking towards me with a grin on his face. "I like girls with power." He brushes his brown hair our of his eyes.
"I like people that don't talk to me." He stops just a foot away in front of me.
"Oh." He looks me up and down and gives me wide grin. "I like your attitude just as much as I liked your nets from yesterday." This guy's not worth it I tell myself. "Could see all I wanted to see." He pinches the hem of my shirt. "This doesn't show enough." I hit his hand with the end of the trident and he holds his hand close to his body.
"I think the amount of skin here is too much for you." He gives me a smirk then he extends his hand.
"My name is Fyodor Leming." I ignore his hand and he eventually puts it away in his pocket. "I'm from district 11." He walks around me and grabs the spear from the rack. "I see that you are from the fishing district." He bounces the spear on one hand. "I wanna see what I get when I win?" I roll my eyes at him.
"Thanks but I don't feel like breaking a sweat for you, Fyodor." I look at him. "Your going to be the first targeted anyways in the games." His face turns twisted and he arches the spear over his head towards my head. I bring the trident up and shield myself from his spear. He keeps the spear connected with the trident trying to push me down. I bring all my strength forward and push him away from me. He stumbles back and I bring the trident swinging to his ankles and knock his feet out from under him. As soon as his back hits the ground I point my trident to his throat and place a foot on his chest. "Don't come near me," I lean over to look into his eyes. "Or I will rip your throat out." I pull the trident away and place it on the rack. I look around me to see a crowd of people surrounding me. I stomp down the platform and walk towards the fire station. I look back and see that Fyodor helped himself up because no body helped him.
I squat down beside a tree and look at the kit in front me. I have no clue how to use any of these tools. The only one that I recognize is the matches because back at the shed I use it to fire up the wood burning fireplace that is in the corner. The person that mans the station explains to me how it works and shows me a demonstration. She then leaves me alone to try it on my own. The only reason I would use a fire was to cook, because if I used it to keep warm at night people would hunt me down and get me. The fire began to rage after a second of lighting some of the leaves I picked. I began to blow on it to grow it and it worked, soon the fire is a foot tall.
"Wow." I turn around fast to see the district 2 girl standing with her hands at her hips. "My name is Mailey Parner." I grab her hand as she offers it and stand up.
"Deanie Sammer." I let go of her hand and stare at her. She's very short compared to my five foot ten inches. She has a chubby face with black hair. Her eyes are brown just like Fyodors. She smiles up at me.
"So since you are from district 4 and your fellow tribute is in the career pack." She rubs her ponytail. "Do you want to join?"
"No." I say immediately and return to my fire on the ground.
"What?" She moves to stand in front of me. "That's it?" I look up at her.
"Yea." I look at my fire. "That's it." At the corner of my eye I see her stomp away. Its better that she leaves anyway. I don't want to be career. I don't want to change who I am just to live in pain the rest of my life. I'd rather die then survive as a career. This way if she stays away from me. I don't need to be responsible for her death. I don't need the weight of someone else's life on my shoulders.