The Interview Screening
May 29, 2012 21:29:44 GMT -5
Post by Jack Lexington on May 29, 2012 21:29:44 GMT -5
It took me a full day of back and forth to figure out whether I want to watch Nonnies interview or not. Not that I really have a choice. It”s mendatory but I could easily pretend to be passed out which happens a lot due to the blood loss and my current weak state. I basically sleep 20 hours a day just to regain some strength.
I don’t think I have the strength to watch HER. How she has to pretend to love the games just to get sponsors when it”s all a big, fat lie in this forsaken mystery.
Yet I do. With the help of my father I make it to our sofa where they prop me up on some pillows so I can watch the small color screen.
For a moment I close my eyes unwilling to see her...but when I hear her name my green eyes dart open to stare at the woman on the screen...but who is this woman?
Her hair falls in tidy ringlets over her shoulders, she’s glowing, looking nice and healthy in a beautyful dress, which makes her look like one of the roses in our secret garden...but something is off about her, something I can’t put my finger on...is it the fake smile or the forced happy voice?
Suddenly I know what it is and mutter. “No babies.” And louder. “Her bump is gone. Where are our babies?” I push myself up groaning loudly as if I could see her better this way but still find no baby bump.
“What have they done to her?” My voice is shrill-uncomfortable for my parents.
I get silenced by Cesar Flickerman asking her for her name and age and the fact that she stresses her last name is Lexington now makes me smile despite the situation. She calls me her husband, which soothes me and makes me feel close to her some how, and the awwing of the crowd makes me feel for the first time in this whole ordeal that I might have done something right and she might have a slim chance.
"Oh Noreen, that is wonderful! I notice you look a lot different then the last few times we've seen you. Do you want to tell us about your little bundles of joy?"
My heart almost stops as I need an answer to this question more than anybody else in front of the screens of Panem.
I hold my breath to hear her answer and gasp when her words make it to my brain. She had the babies, a boy and a girl, and she wants to see them again....that means they are alive and a scream escapes me.
“They are alive....they are not going into the arena with her!” Wide eyed I stare at the screen. Should I really believe this? Is she telling the truth or being forced to say this.
“Can this be true? Mom?”
My mother looks just as stunned as I am and shakes her head.
“I don’t know.”
The tiniest bit of hope for my children has my adrenalin peaking so high I can barely breath because my heart is beating so hard.
A thousand questions hit me at once: Where are the babies, will they live if they were born so early? Will they become avoxes? Or Capitolites?
I struggle with these questions until Noreen seems to be adressing me. Now I can barely see her because my eyes are filled to the brim with tears.
"My husband just wants me back safe, with him and our children...I'm pretty sure that's all he can feel now. Well besides shock that he just had two children come into the world, without him besides me."
Her words hit me so hard I can’t controll my feelings anymore. I get so choked up that I feel like I’m going to suffocate if I don’t let loose, so I let the hot tears run down my cheeks to rid myself of this sadness but it just gets worse...if only her words were true. If only she could come back and be with me together with our children but it”s all hot air and a show for the rich Capitolites...those damn creatures of hate.
The rest of her words don’t hit my ears anymore. I only stare at the screen to memorize my beautiful wife like this forever before she gets thrown into the arena and hacked to pieces. She’ll stay in my heart, beautiful and earthy, just like back on the ranch forever...and I whisper back to her.
“I love you, too.”
I don’t think I have the strength to watch HER. How she has to pretend to love the games just to get sponsors when it”s all a big, fat lie in this forsaken mystery.
Yet I do. With the help of my father I make it to our sofa where they prop me up on some pillows so I can watch the small color screen.
For a moment I close my eyes unwilling to see her...but when I hear her name my green eyes dart open to stare at the woman on the screen...but who is this woman?
Her hair falls in tidy ringlets over her shoulders, she’s glowing, looking nice and healthy in a beautyful dress, which makes her look like one of the roses in our secret garden...but something is off about her, something I can’t put my finger on...is it the fake smile or the forced happy voice?
Suddenly I know what it is and mutter. “No babies.” And louder. “Her bump is gone. Where are our babies?” I push myself up groaning loudly as if I could see her better this way but still find no baby bump.
“What have they done to her?” My voice is shrill-uncomfortable for my parents.
I get silenced by Cesar Flickerman asking her for her name and age and the fact that she stresses her last name is Lexington now makes me smile despite the situation. She calls me her husband, which soothes me and makes me feel close to her some how, and the awwing of the crowd makes me feel for the first time in this whole ordeal that I might have done something right and she might have a slim chance.
"Oh Noreen, that is wonderful! I notice you look a lot different then the last few times we've seen you. Do you want to tell us about your little bundles of joy?"
My heart almost stops as I need an answer to this question more than anybody else in front of the screens of Panem.
I hold my breath to hear her answer and gasp when her words make it to my brain. She had the babies, a boy and a girl, and she wants to see them again....that means they are alive and a scream escapes me.
“They are alive....they are not going into the arena with her!” Wide eyed I stare at the screen. Should I really believe this? Is she telling the truth or being forced to say this.
“Can this be true? Mom?”
My mother looks just as stunned as I am and shakes her head.
“I don’t know.”
The tiniest bit of hope for my children has my adrenalin peaking so high I can barely breath because my heart is beating so hard.
A thousand questions hit me at once: Where are the babies, will they live if they were born so early? Will they become avoxes? Or Capitolites?
I struggle with these questions until Noreen seems to be adressing me. Now I can barely see her because my eyes are filled to the brim with tears.
"My husband just wants me back safe, with him and our children...I'm pretty sure that's all he can feel now. Well besides shock that he just had two children come into the world, without him besides me."
Her words hit me so hard I can’t controll my feelings anymore. I get so choked up that I feel like I’m going to suffocate if I don’t let loose, so I let the hot tears run down my cheeks to rid myself of this sadness but it just gets worse...if only her words were true. If only she could come back and be with me together with our children but it”s all hot air and a show for the rich Capitolites...those damn creatures of hate.
The rest of her words don’t hit my ears anymore. I only stare at the screen to memorize my beautiful wife like this forever before she gets thrown into the arena and hacked to pieces. She’ll stay in my heart, beautiful and earthy, just like back on the ranch forever...and I whisper back to her.
“I love you, too.”
