The Odds Aren't In My Favor

Feather Amaris Albany was on her own. Her parents had married when they were in their teens, but a year after they had Feather, her father died in The Hunger Games. When she was twelve, her mother died, leaving her alone and on her own. She had to take care of herself. She traded, she hunted and she learned to fight...Especially since she had to stay alive and no one was there for her. But, after the first few months, someone helped her and that someone was Finnick O'Dair. He had helped her out by paying her to do things around the house for him and he had given her things that she needed. Now, she's seventeen and facing the next greatest danger in her life...The Hunger Games. She wishes that it was a nightmare, she hopes that it's all a dream, but sadly it's a reality that she has to live with. Now she must fight to the death and stay alive, and with Finnick as a mentor, she's sure that she can do it! Feelings start to get in the way, and she fights for her life, but what'll happen?

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26. I Hope That You'll Remember Me

I was the girl who had lost her parents and whom no one wanted to raise.
I was the girl that Finnick O'Dair took under his wing.
I was the girl who was picked to represent District Four in The Hunger Games.
I was the girl who had thrown a dagger right next to a gamemakers's head.
I was the girl who Finnick O'Dair had fallen for.
I was the girl who fell for Finnick O'Dair.
I was the girl who killed her own teammate.
I was the girl who died in The Hunger Games.
As I reflected on who I was and what I had done, I heard voices in my head.
Finnick's sweet voice made me wish that I were still alive and I wondered why I was trapped reliving all of these memories.
Then I heard them clearly.
"When do you think she'll wake up?" His voice asked from somewhere close to me.
I was instantly panicking.
Where the heck was I?
Where was Finnick?
Could I still be alive somehow?
I honestly couldn't feel anything, but forced my eyes to try to open and was instantly struck by the bright light that shone over me.
The white lights were blinding and I had to blink a few times.
"She's awake." Finnick's voice said and I watched as  he started coming clearly into view.
His smile was wider than any smile I'd ever seen him with, but his eyes were concerned yet happy.
"Feather," He said my name happily. "I'm so proud of you!"
I looked into his eyes for a second and then around the room as much as I could.
"Am I dead?" I barely got out.
"No, you're alive. You won." He says smiling at me.
"But....How?" I asked, not even believing any of this to be real.
"The few that remained had a blood-bath war in the fire. It was quite a show for the capitol." He says, then helps me sit up.
My left arm is bandaged up, most likely from the cuts and burns that I got from the arena.
"Am I really alive?" I say, still not believing it.
"Yes, you are." He says smiling at me. "And I'll prove it."
Within seconds his lips connected with mine and he kissed me deeply.
He gently pulled me to him and I kissed him back slowly at first.
Smiling, he pulled away gently, leaving me dazed.
"Now do you believe me?" He asks.
I just nod, unable to speak.   * * * * * * *   The next few days are a little rough and as we sit in the Capitol watching the TV, I watch as my face pops up.
"And someone who is going to be remembered for quite sometime is Feather Amaris Albany from District Four." One of the news reporters said. "Feather will soon be returning home to District Four after attending an interview on the Caesar Flickerman's show. She will be asked a series of questions including one about what she'll be doing in her life when she returns home. Feather will also be taking on the task of a victory tour and will be accompanied by Finnick O'Dair and Mags Flanagan. Feather is certainly a tribute that will be remembered and never forgotten."
As Finnick turned the TV off, he looked at me.
"Are you ok?" He asked and I looked up at him.
"Yeah....I'm ok." I say.
Things were running through my mind.
The screaming of people, the death and the blood. The fire that liked to kill me in the arena along with my teammate. The way I'd thought that I'd died, but turns out I hadn't---I probably wasn't 'that' ok, but I was ok for now.
Finnick gazed into my eyes and then held me close to him as the evening continued on.
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