Letting Go- Chapter Five
I sat waiting nervously for my stylist. I had already gone through hell with my prep team, good god I thought I was going to die right then and there. They were so stupid; I really did want to murder them. I mean hopefully my stylist was nothing like anyone of my prep team. Galion was one of the females; she had lime green skin and hot pink hair. It was crazy! I mean who the hell does that? Molina was not as crazy with her color choices but I would not call her normal either. She had light pink hair and her eye brows and eyelashes were purple. Fabio was the only male and I have to say he was the most normal out of them. All he wore was a bit of make-up oh and his hair was a brighter color of red than natural. They were all to annoying though I mean didn't they know how to shut up? Considering they were tearing every little hair from my body. God, they didn't even know how to be gentle about it. I now had this clip on blue highlight that looked the color of water. It clipped under my straight blonde hair. Normally my hair was wavy but Fabio was having trouble curling the highlight to match my hair so he just straightened my hair and put the highlight there. I thought it was actually going pretty good right now- well the outfit was looking nice. My make-up and hair was the only thing done, but I could totally tell that there was a blue theme going on. My make up was a Smokey blue mixed with a little green. My eyes were a sea- green color and I have to tell you this make- up made my eyes stand out a lot. It was really cool how they did all this stuff with just powders and crèmes. It was amazing! I was actually sort relieved when my prep team left to go get my stylist. Apparently her name was Lilia, but that name sounded kinda…normal. I turned my head when I heard a door open behind me. A woman maybe in her early 30's or late 20's stepped in. She actually looked pretty normal, with long reddish brown hair that went to her middle back. It was about the same length as mine, but mine was a bit longer even when it was curled. She smiled at me when she finally looked up at me. I met her eyes and mine widened. Her eyes were defiantly not a natural color. They were neon purple! As in they were a very bright purple. It made me squirm, how the hell did they do that?
"So this is Vasilisa Odair. Finnick's little sister am I correct" I nodded and she smiled well she defiantly was not like my prep team. As soon as I confirmed I was Finnick's little sister they started bawling for Finnick and I. It was kinda annoying I mean I already knew I was going to die, did everyone have to remind me of it while I was alive? I mean god did they want me to make it past the blood bath? "Well I can tell you look just like him. Of course I wasn't his stylist, but my partner- who is your partner stylist was. He was quite the jokester." I laughed, only because this was true about Finnick he loved playing jokes on people. Especially me, he uses to torture me with jokes. "Oh how rude of me. My name is Lilia and I will be your stylist throughout the games. Come and we shall get started" Lilia lead me through a door and sat me down in a chair and she sat directly a crossed from me. "This is such a shame Vasilisa. You seem like such a sweet girl. Oh I remember when I met Finnick for the first time. He practically begged Mags to help him more than his companion. He begged her to he,lp him get back to you. Oh I remember watching the District 4 reapings that year. Do you remember Vasilisa, I mean I am sure you do but you were only what was it 13?" I nodded of course I remember that horrible day, when they took my brother away from me and I was so thankful when he came back. The day was still very clear to me actually.
Flashback
It was the day of the reaping in District 4; the mayor had just finished his speech while all the children of District 4 stood in groups by their age. Most of them were nervous, but some of them looked up at the stage with bright faces knowing there name was not going to be called. Malia was trotting over to the ladies glass ball. Vasilisa Odair had her hands to her sides. She was one of the children who were scared out of her mind. She was 13 and she was not ready to go fight for her life. She didn't want to do it at all let alone when she was only 13. There was one other person she was worried for...her older brother Finnick Odair, he was only 14 and she really didn't want him to go either. She would volunteer if she could...If his name was called, but that was not allowed they had to be the same gender. Vasilisa didn't even here the girls name being called, she just knew it was not her. Now all she had to here was a different name other than Finnick Odair, then she would be fine and go back to normal. Malia trotted over to the boy's glass ball and Vasilisa held her breath counting slowly in her mind.
"Finnick Odair!" Her breath stopped, as did her heart. There had to be a mistake! Please someone had to volunteer for him anybody. She looked about for her older brother. The air was thick with regret and sadness, everyone knew how close Finnick and Vasilisa were and if they didn't well….they were stupid and blind. Because everyone knew that Vasilisa and Finnick were not a typical brother/sister pairing. They never fought and they were always there for each other…in till now. Vasilisa couldn't do anything about this she was helpless. When she spotted her brother her heart sped up he was walking calmly to the stage. Vasilisa couldn't hold it in any longer. She let out a strangled cry and started pushing herself through the crowed, kids moved out of her way when they realized who she was. When she caught sight of Finnick she ran faster and screamed
"Finnick!" He whirled around at the sound of her voice, she was only a foot away from him and she threw herself at him. Finnick caught her with open arms. Tears threatened to spill down Vasilisa's face. He held her against him; this was not happening this couldn't be happening. Finnick knelt down because Vasilisa had sunken to her knees. Finnick raised her chin with his fingers and forced Vasilisa to look at him even with her face streaming with tears.
"Vasilisa you need to look at me." His voice was soft and gentle, just like she was used to. This is what made her sob more, but she looked up at him remembering she only had little bit of time left our eyes met, they were the same color a bright shade of sea green. His were clear and filled with fear and hurt. Her's matched his as they gazed at each other. "I need you to be strong for me, alright? I can't go and win this thing knowing you are here crying for me. Please be strong for your big brother I mean who knows I could have a secret talent and could totally kick butt out there and be back in a couple of weeks" Vasilisa knew he was trying to joke, but it brought her hopes up. The tears stopped and it was like she saw a bright light open up. Maybe he was right, he could make it back. That one little joke, gave Vasilisa Odair- a blonde haired girl from District 4, hope.
End of Flashback
I felt tears burn the back of my throat at the memory of the worst reaping besides this last one. I hated what they did to Finnick, they changed him a lot and I was afraid they were going to change me. Lilia was out getting my outfit and I was practically sweating my make-up off, when she got back.
"Alright Vasilisa get over here so we can get this over with." I stood in front of Lilia as she took out to garments. I was completely naked and for some reason I didn't really care. Lilia tossed me something that looked like a strapless blue swimsuit top. I raised an eye brow, but I put it on and then pulled on the matching bottoms, this costume was actually pretty simple in till she draped a slivery blue net over me and knotted it at the top of my thigh. This was a costume Finnick was not going to enjoy.
"What do you think?" Lilia asked
"Yeah, it looks great, thanks Lilia" Lilia nodded and smiled. Than we made our way towards the door. Finnick and Malia were downstairs waiting for us telling us Sessil was already, Finnick looked down at my costume as if to compliment, but then his face went completely red with anger and all I could think was….uh oh.
Alright well CLIFF HANGER! Allison is writing the next chapter so expect her writing style to be different than mine lol we got a lot of comments on that. MAKE SURE TO REVIEW! Vasilisa and Finnick would highly appreciate it! Thanks
VaSiLiSa~