Just a reminder: Hunger Games: Finnick & Katniss Pairing Rated: M (Has touchy subjects like rape, sex, swearing, smut, lemon, and gore)
The thud of the door shut and we sat in an entreating silence for a few moments. My mind cannot fathom what my body has seen and my body cannot handle what it has been showed. I look down at my skin, analyzing it fully for the first time. Everything stings, there is red marks all over that dip into black marks that trail to purple marks that fall perfectly with bloody pools of gashes.
My stomach looks shredded; my arms are dripping from my palms. My left palm looks to have a deep, carved wound; it trickles as the seconds pass. I can feel my neck drip down and I touch it with my fingertips to feel that I can nearly place my fingers into this painted necklace on my neck.
Wait, forget about me, my eyes dart up and I see a mangled boy sitting with his back against the wall. He has tears running down his face just like mine and he is twitching slightly but then turns to look at me,
"Katniss…" He takes in my appearance and tears fall steadily more, "I'm sorry."
"It's not like we had a choice," I said with a cracking voice, "We don't have a choice."
He gets up with a stagger, leaving fresh coat of red on the wall behind him. As he walks over it leaves a dripping trail behind him, the sight of this hurts my soul. Forget my body. Snow hurt my soul.
He picks me up in his arms even though it is obviously hurting him, "Let me down, Finnick."
"Only if you can walk then" he puts me down gently and I can feel my legs tremble but I am able to move forward at a slow pace. He helps me walk with my undamaged arm over his neck and we step out of the room.
The peacekeepers take a double take as we pass them, you can almost see the pity in their eyes. We take about twenty small steps and come to a bright magenta door labeled The Safe Zone. Finnick opens it and there are two brightly fashioned characters with aqua hair that respond to our entrance.
"Oh Heavens me! Dear Finnick come with me," a pompous woman with curly hair pulls him away from me and into a door on the left wall. The other rushes towards me, "Hello Katniss, calm down I am here to help." She takes me the way Finnick held up into a door on the right and into a bath area.
She lays me down on a silver tray like in the Games,
"This will only hurt for a second," she says as she plunges a needle into my arm. I wanted to fight it but everything is going blurry and fading to black.
I wake up still on the tray but my burns and cuts have seemed to scar over, this seems like extreme beauty base zero to me. The bruises are much lighter and nothing is bleeding, "The worst is over Katniss," the woman's voice calmly says.
"Thank you.." She couldn't look me in the eyes for some reason and tried to smile.
"Please step into the bath now," she motions me to get up and go in a deep bathtub in the floor. She helped me this much, I might as well listen to her. I take one foot in and it burns like acid, "I can't go in there!"
"You have to."
"It burns!"
"It has to be done," she says quietly. She takes a step toward me and injects something in my skin, not like before though. I do not black out, instead I am like a rag doll. She puts me in the acid water and I cringe and scream but I cannot move. I keep crying until over a few minutes it passes and she drains the tub, then injecting something else in me to give me movement back to my limbs.
I get out and my skin is soft and unbruised, all that is left is scars that look like most will fade. I am analyzing my skin with I come across my palm… It has a perfect sketch of a rose scarred into the palm.
"Can I get rid of this too?"
"No."
"Why," I look at the clown questionably.
"You are property of President Snow, I am only allowed to get rid of what is life threatening or what he says."
"Look bitch, I am not some murderer's fucking property."
"I'm sorry," she takes my hand leading me out back the door to the door Fin and I entered in, "Don't shoot the messenger." She walks away with the other aqua girl and leaves us alone in the room. Finnick is standing upright again and looks more at ease seeing me not falling to pieces.
"I'm glad you're ok he says," engulfing me in a hug.
"You too," I say grasping him, running my hands on his soft back. My fingertips come across a scarring line and I push him out of my arms to look at his back.
Finnick has a perfect trace of a detailed rose covering his entire back.
"Me too," I whisper, turning him to my face and holding my hand out in his sight.
He hugs me again and we embrace ourselves in silence. It's not like we had a choice.
On the door was two white silk robes, we each put one on and exited this safe zone.
As soon as we exited, new pair of peacekeepers were pushing us down the hall silently into another room. They open the door and shove us in, then lock it behind them. Thankfully, it was an empty bedroom. The room was decorated with gold lights and embroided rugs of a deep rouge hue.
It was red with cherry wood furniture and red velvet detailing. I instinctively crash in the soft, red bed and curl myself under the covers. Maybe if I sleep I can convince myself this was all a dream. I can feel Finnick wrap his arms around me under the covers, kissing my forehead and humming a sea song to me. I finally feel safe.
Even though I am in a rose scented hell, his arms have never felt so safe.
I am Katniss Everdeen.
I lost everything.
I have nothing but Finnick.
I am a toy to the Capitol.
And I am the President's property.