I awake in a clinical smelling room with a white sheet draped over me. My lip begun to curl over in anger. Why couldn't they have just taken me to bed? I had a wire attached to me making me realise exactly where I was. The fricken hospital. I'm about to jump up in rage when I realise I'm that dizzy I can't. That's a eh. The door opened and I saw Blight sheepishly entered. Before I could begin ranting at him he cuts in. "I'm sorry... But it was the safest thing to do. You would have only done something drastic." He reminded me.
Memories flood back from yesterday. I promised Snow I'd kill him. He threatened me and I laughed in his face. I would call that quite successful except for fact he might possibly kill me off on the way home. Not that I really care. "You fucking drugged me out Blight!" I scream not looking at him because I'm so mad. " technically Finnick did. But I know and I'm sorry. I thought I'd come and tell you that 2 is tracking Phoebe though." He told me. I nodded asking him to switch on the television since whatever was in system wasn't letting me go anywhere.
I knew we had a bloody fight on out hands. But Phoebe was fuelled with enough anger and hurt to be ruthless. The girl from 2 was a little breathless but with a spear lounge across her shoulder and mud smeared across her face she looked terrifying. Phoebe's blonde curls were wet and matted together but she just threw them over her shoulder and climbed down from the tree. Her cheeks are still tear stained from tears and you can still detect the slight rise in her breathing as the sobs hit. She pulls herself onto her feet and takes deep deep breaths. I can't help think to myself what would be happening now if Tom could have swam. Would it still be the two of them now? Would they be forced to kill each other.
My escort Silver, the only person in the Capitol I like, enters the room. Her lilac but silver tinted wig is sat slightly slanted on her head which makes me wonder if she ran here. Even her powdery lavender skin is a little uneven. She hurries over clasping her lilac powdery hands around mine. "I haven't missed it have I?" She asks worriedly. Unlike the others, Silver struggles to watch the games and the only reason she is an escort is because her mother made her be. Silver has a child of her own now but in a weird way you could say I'm like a daughter to her too. She's been with me since my games up until now and she's seem me grow in some ways and cave under in others. Even when I'm back home, she still plays the character of my mother calling me every other day to check I'm eating properly.
I shake my head in answer to her question and let my eyes follow back to the screen. I can't say whoever designed this years tribute outfits did a very good job because neither of the girls have much of their outfit left. In fact there is tears all along both their trousers. Pretty sure that designer will be fired. Phoebe's trembling with anger now as she stands at the ready. I'm pretty sure she knows she's close. "What's her names got it coming to her." Blight breathes excitedly as Phoebe stands at the ready. Ready to plunge the trident through her head. "Viola." Silver informs him. I shudder. I was hoping not to have to learn her name. Us viewers, cannot see where 2 is on the screen at the moment but I can only Imagine she is just ahead. But then, there's a hurry of footsteps and the monster of Viola comes pounding out the trees knocking Phoebe flat on her back. She's struggling but a pool of spit streams out of Phoebe's mouth splattering Violas face. That gives her a few seconds and Phoebe manages to shove 2 off of her. I sigh in relief as she climbs up onto her feet at the ready but 2 is on her feet now too.
"Where's your little friend ha? Got dragged under by the waves did he?" Viola asks her as they circle around one another. There's this look in Phoebe's startling emerald green eyes that I see in my own sometimes. It's a look that says that inside she is paralysed with pain. That she cannot possibly hurt anymore than this. But she can. And dead or alive at the end of these games, Phoebe will continue to be hurt. Just like her mentor. To say this beautiful girl began as what came across as a spoilt brat now she is completely different. She, in my eyes, is someone who her parents could be proud of because despite the fact that she has killed people, she has also learned to be tough. I think she could make an excellent mentor too. Her cold blue lips are trembling but she doesn't fail to reply.
"Hmm what happened to your little friend? Stabbed in the back was he? You see Tom was pretty handy with that axe." Phoebe snarls. I can feel every word she says. It is full of one emotion: revenge. Just as Phoebe is about to plunge forward to through her trident into this girls heart, a knife is thrown right into her face. There's power behind that throw. I know this because of the fact blood pours from this tanned girls face in seconds. Phoebe's eyes are twitching in anger as Viola presses her knees against her chest fingering the knife over her neck. "Do it." Phoebe whispers. "Because you can slice open my face but you will not make me any less beautiful." Phoebe finishes just as Viola sends the knife through her throat.
To an audience, they'd think Phoebe's comment was referring to her looks but as an ex-tribute I know exactly what this girl means. She means that even if this girl makes her bloody and battered like a monster, she will still have a beautiful heart and mind. The cannon fires and the beautiful girl that was a few seconds ago now looks unrecognisable as the blood splatters her face. But her piercing emerald eyes have been let untouched. I have to look away because her green glassy eyes remind me of another's. They remind me of my younger brothers wide unreachable eyes. Phoebe's green eyes are glazed over and lifeless. They appear to be nothing more than icy, colored marbles. Stuck in their path, doomed to stare pointlessly forward for all eternity. Glassy and green, open wide in her final death throes.
I cannot imagine the pain poor Finnick is experiencing right now as they drag her lifeless body from the arena full of horrors. But I remind myself this: The beautiful girl with the glassy eyes is safe now. I feel drained too. I feel drained with everything that is to do with the Hunger Games. The anthem blares into our ears and the smug smile set upon this girls lips makes me want to drive that knife through her face myself. "The winning of the 73rd hunger games Viola Trap." The announcer announces. A slight sob escapes Silver's lips as she dots the under of her eyes. I know how badly she wanted to see Tom or Phoebe stood there now because I want it so bad too.
Why couldn't they have just let her win! She was exactly what Snow looks for in a victor and people would live her. They wouldn't just love her beauty they'd love her too. But this monster who is now being crowned our winner deserves everything that is coming her way. The door falls open and a warn disturbed boy enters. His face is raw from crying and his breathing is heavy from when he's sprinted here. I just pull him into my arms as he murmurs his tributes name. "Ssh Finn it's ok." I try to soothe him as he cried heavier than I've ever seen before into my chest. See the games didn't just destroy the lives of the victors and dead tributes family. It destroys the lives of us because if you think for a minute that we are going to get those green glassy eyes out of our minds then you are unmistakably wrong.