Thanks to pacific17 for following and favoriting, and countrygirlinthecity204 for following. I am about to die from the House of Hades. The only good thin about waiting another year for the Blood of Olympus to come out is that there's not so much of a damn cliffhanger right at the end of this one.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Hunger Games. I wonder, if I was a godling from The Kane Chronicles (which I don't own either), could I make a portal that would take me to Panem?
Finally the morning comes. I stare at the wall, looking at nothing, waiting for the day I finally get to give up and die. I glance at the alarm clock on my bedside table. The digital lines link together to form the numbers seven, then those two little dots that are on top of each other, then a two and a nine. The door opens. I stare at the small stain on the wall. The pillow under my head is wet with tears or sweat, I don't know which. Probably both.
"Hey, princess, your daughter wanted to see you," Finnick says. I don't say anything. I just try to decide if the stain looks like a seashell or a rose. Finnick drags a chair to my side of the bed. I stare at the wall. Rivi climbs up onto the chair and puts her face next to mine. I continue staring at the wall, pretending like she isn't there. It's a seashell. If it was a rose, I'd have to get someone to come make it a seashell.
"Momma, what wrong?" she asks me in the tiny little voice of a two-year old, about to be three. My eyes stay fixed on the wall. "Un-kle Finny, momma broken?" she asks Finnick. Both her and River call Finnick Uncle Finny, even though he's not related to Marlin or I. I can see Finnick staring at me out of the corner of my eye. "Yeah, you could say she's broken. But don't worry, your dad can fix her in no time."
My head snaps towards him. "If anyone's broken, it's you, FiFi! Do you know what he did to me?!" He shakes his head. "He did... he did what he does to you!" I scream before bursting into tears. Finnick freezes, his mouth opening and closing like a dying fish, tryin gto apologize but not able to find the words to do so.
Marlin walks in, hair messed up and dark circles under his eyes from little to no sleep last night, and throws his pillow on the bed. Rivi latches on to his leg. "Daddy, momma broken. Un-kle Finny says you fix her," she whispers. He sighs. "I'll try, Rivi," he says before she and Finnick walk out.
He sits next to me. "You know what I think will make you better? Music." "No," is all I say. "Couldn't you just try? For me?" "Fine. One song." He hands me a piece of paper with curly letters and plain letters on it. "I'll sing the plain, you'll sing the curly, and we'll both sing the underlined," he says. I nod.
"I don't like walking around this old and empty house
So hold my hand, I'll walk with you, my dear
The stairs creak as you sleep, it's keeping me awake
It's the house telling you to close your eyes
And some days I can't even trust myself
It's killing me to see you this way
'Cause though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore
Hey! Hey! Hey!
There's an old voice in my head that's holding me back
Well tell her that I miss our little talks
Soon it will be over and buried with our past
We used to play outside when we were young
And full of life and full of love.
Some days I don't know if I am wrong or right
Your mind is playing tricks on you, my dear
'Cause though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore
Hey!
Don't listen to a word I say
Hey!
The screams all sound the same Hey!
Though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore
Hey!
Hey!
You're gone, gone, gone away
I watched you disappear
All that's left is the ghost of you.
Now we're torn, torn, torn apart,
There's nothing we can do
Just let me go we'll meet again soon
Now wait, wait, wait for me
Please hang around
I'll see you when I fall asleep
Hey!
Don't listen to a word I say
Hey!
The screams all sound the same
Hey!
Though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore
Don't listen to a word I say
Hey!
The screams all sound the same
Hey!
Though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore
Though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore
Though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore."
"I don't feel better." "Fine. We'll try again tomorrow." "We will not, Marlin." He leans in close. "I just want to know, every time you cry or get hurt by anything, it's like I'm getting hurt, too. It feels like... It feels like my heart is getting punctured. I feel it in here." He takes my hand in his and places them both on his chest, right above his heart. I can feel its steady beat pulsing though my fingers.
I sigh as I pull my hand back down, resting it back the blanket. He wraps his arms around me tightly, rocking me back and forth slowly. I rest my head on his shoulder and close my eyes. "I feel like that too, sometimes," I whisper in his ear. "Like when you have nightmares, it's like a part of my heart is breaking when I hear you screaming." He kisses my forehead before walking to the door. He turns slightly, looking back at me. "You'll be back on your feet by next week, I promise," he says beogre closing the door behind him.
But what do I do for the next week? I stretch my imagination to its limits as I try to twist that small stain into something new, anything new, as I lay unfunctional in bed.