Chapter 11
Nightmares. Nightmares, they aren't real, my imagination is playing tricks again..... They have been driving me crazy, continuing through the night. The minute one ended another begun. Me in the arena, up a burning tree. Me in the arena, getting buried in a freak avalanche in a mountain range. Me in an arena identical to District four, with all my friends as my opponents. Me killing my friends. The worst-me watching both Annie and Mia get tortured by the Capitol, I can only choose one to save......
"Finnick me!"
"No you've known me longer!"
"Finnick isn't it obvious ?!"
"I thought you loved me..."
I wake up with a start, dripping in sweat. It takes me a minute to adjust, my stomach churning wondering if I've been kidnapped-but then I realise. Today I meet the stylists who will make me look good in a parade showing off teenagers who will kill each other in a fortnight. Wow. Messed up.
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