Mandatory Broadcasts
He sits beside me on the sofa my head resting in his arms. We are snuggled up together watching the mandatory announcement to tell us about the third Quarter Quell. To see what horror the tributes we mentor will have to face, or the ones idiotic enough to volunteer. Snow appears on the screen. I feel an indescribable loathing towards that man. The young Capitol boy in white who'll be secure and have a life without fear of the reaping every year steps forward with the box. Snow reads out, "On the seventy-fifth anniversary, as a reminder to the rebels that even the strongest among them cannot overcome the power of the Capitol, the male and female tributes will be reaped from their existing pool of Victors."
Finnick's grip tightens around my body and I start to shake uncontrollably. I am supposed to be immune from the games! I can't go back. I can't. I have to remind myself there are others who could be reaped, until I remember the only other living female Victor in District Four is Mags. There's a fifty percent chance that I will be back. And even if it's Mags then I won't be able to take it. Then Finnick may go into the games. A one in five chance. I can't bare it! I scream out loud to try and stop myself from thinking of that fact but it's hard. A warm tear falls on my hair, from Finnick. "Shh." he soothes, "it will all be alright Annie."
"But it won't will it Finnick. You need to admit it." I cry out tears streaming down my face.
"This is my entire fault." Finnick says weeping, "If I hadn't been so bloody defiant. If I had just accepted everything. I'm so sorry Annie."
I know none of it is his fault but I put my arms around his neck and hold him even closer even though that's quite hard. I don't want to go back. I am supposed to be safe. Snow's going to love this, this is revenge. This is why Snow has allowed Finnick to come home. It's probably even been fixed so that Finnick and I are chosen.