It's the Mentors interview today and considering I'm as hung over as hell I don't see me getting there in a hurry. I'm actually quite dehydrated and I'm guessing I look like the walking dead. Silver enters my room with a tall glass of water and two pills. I take her best judgement and down them both.
"Who were you trying to keep up with to wind up like this?" She asks me dotting my forehead with a cloth. To my honest I don't even know. I'm pretty sure it was Chaff. He's a pretty bad influence on me.
"Chaff I think." I tell her scrunching up my throbbing head.
"I've brought food!" I hear a voice chime and Finnick enters with a plate full of croissants and jam. My face must have turned green because he's quick to cover his face.
I sprint to the bathroom and puke in the toilet.
"Ugh." Silver comments from behind me patting my back. Once I'm done I wash out my mouth and return to my bedroom. Finnick's sat on my bed finishing off his croissants absentmindedly.
I groan to myself. You think me puking up would be enough to get rid of him. "You're not pregnant are you?" He asks me causally surveying my face.
"With who?! Last time I checked you hadn't wangled that one out of me yet." I remark referring to the fact all our conditions had been void. After everything he had promised me on the phone none of it happened. That's about the only thing that hasn't come under our relationship. So no I'm not pregnant.
"Well you and Cinna seem to be getting on quite well..." He trails off. I give him a stern glare.
"Don't be so childish." I snap. He can be so immature when he wants to be.
"Look just go call Annie or whatever you do in your spare time." I sigh knowing if he stays any longer we'll fall out. He sighs but respects my wishes and leaves.
It's a shame he doesn't take my hangover with him.
If this interview is anything like last year they're in for a treat.
Gaia doesn't do a bad job at making me actually look with it but I'm still barely able to open my eyes.
I'm under strict words to behave in this interview but as I keep reminding Silver I'm in no state to come up with snarky comments.
They've got the games on at the side of us one a screen. I watch intently. Finch is curled up in a tree watching the space in front of her like a hawk. She looks better rested and fed than the whole games. I smile impressed. The camera then goes to District 2. She's propped up the cornucopia whilst her head-case of a District partner practises using his spears. I almost feel sorry for her. I wouldn't want to spend my final days with such a head case. It then flashes to Thresh who's hiking through the wheat fields. I won't deny the fact he looks better than when he entered the games. He looks stocked up and ready to kill. Ready to win. There's only 6 of them left after all.
"So Johanna what do you reckon to Finch from 5 taking a stab at your strategy?" The interviewer asks me.
What do I think? I think she's by far the smartest in there by far the most cunning but the most ruthless no. She doesn't have that murderous side to her like me. Her game is just fuelled on slyness.
"She's one sly girl. I don't know where she picked up brains like she has but if she keeps playing her way and lets the other fight to un-existence who knows. I'd quite happily greet her on the mentor scene." I tell the interviewer with a sly smile.
I'd sure as hell let my kids join alliance with hers. Our slyness combined would make on hell of an alliance.
"How about you Blight?" They ask.
"She hasn't milked the weakness too much but people have left her alone. It's as if they've forgotten about her which is not a bad thing at all. Better to be forgotten then be hunted down like 12 will be." He answers. He's got a point there. I stayed undermined because of my training score whereas people like Katniss are on the careers hit list.
"So opinions on the District 12 lovers?" They ask me excitedly. I roll my eyes.
"A little soppy if you ask me. Thought this was the hunger games not a game to keep your lover alive." I spit. But really I've been playing the second game all my life. Playing my way through things to keep those I love alive. It's a tricky game at that one too.
They let us go and I head straight up to the roof. In fact I'm still there inhaling as much fresh air as I can when I hear the door open. I don't turn around instead I stay still.
"Airs nice out here." I hear a voice say. I turn to see Viola, last years winner, stepping onto the roof. My nose turns up in displeasure. Just great.
"It was." I remark.
"You out here to get away from it all too? I'm still trying to get my head around all the mentor stuff." She sighs about to sit down but I throw her a look as if to say I'll kill her if she sits down anywhere near me.
"What've you even had to deal with? Cato and Clove are alive and fine!" I point out. Jesus what's she gonna be like when one of them dies.
"And that's how they'll stay." She smiles. I roll my eyes.
"Have you not seen the betting boards?" I laugh. The chances seem thin for both of two to take home the crown. Maybe the head case of a boy but not the girl as much as I hate Katniss she could take her down easily.
"I don't know why you are so cold with me." She snaps back taking steps closer to the force field so she can get a better look at the city itself.
"One- every time I look at you I see you plunging knives into Phoebe's face and the other because Tom deserved to be here a million times more than you." I snap at her. She holds her head to the side indifferently.
"See I think that's quite hypocritical Johanna. You can hardly call me monster when you savagely killed 6 people!" She says a devilish smile playing across her lips. Not to mention the family I killed. Or jack. To be honest I'm cut quite short and all I manage is this: "I might be a monster but Tom wasn't."
We both stay silent because she knows I'm right and I know she partly is too.
From the top of the building I can see the Morphling's from 6 dancing about the street with flowers tied around there ankles. I sigh in awe. The ease they have with things.
"I wish I could have some of what they're on." I sigh. I know they're not even themselves anymore but no feelings most feel better than tonnes. I'd almost forgot about her presence when she replies.
"What're they on?" She asks me.
"Morphling." I tell me her.
"You tried it before?" She asks me curiously. How many times I almost had... The side effects seem to be all the things I long for. The feeling of nothing. The feeling that your body runs on air. I shake my head with a smile.
"I've got an addictive personality. I'm easily hooked on stuff." I tell her standing up and dusty the dirt of my legs.
You see I seem to get dependent on things or people quite quickly. How quick I became dependent on Jack to get me through the days and nights. Look how quick I then became dependent on Finnick to keep me safe, or how quick alcohol took their place. And now you could even say I'm dependent on Chuck. One heck of an addict I must seem. I'm proven right though because after my little session with Viola on the roof I soon hit the bottle.