Finnick's parents had stopped watching the games a while ago. Marina would check on Finnick every once in a while and I'd keep her informed. I didn't tell her when he killed somebody. She didn't need to see that.
I had started going to school again, but there were TV's in almost every room, and the games were always on. I had to look stronger when I was in public but it was very hard. I watched him as he got almost eaten by mutant fish. I watched Serena die, and Finnick in pain. I saw him kill the two weaponless boys with his brand new trident.
When the last eight remained, a camera crew got to our district. They conducted interviews with a bunch of people who were close to Finnick. They interviewed his parents, though Marina didn't do much talking, and then they came looking for me. I didn't really feel like talking to the Capitol about the Finnick they thought they knew and liked, because that was not my Finnick. My Finnick was only murdering children because the Capitol was forcing him to.
I did the interview anyway, because if they didn't ask me, they'd ask another person, and nobody knew him as well as I did. The interview lasted about thirty minutes and it was the worst half-hour of my life.
"Do you know Finnick very well? Are you best friends? Are you his girlfriend? Do you think Finnick is attractive? Do you think he has a chance of winning? What would you tell Finnick right now if he could see you?" she asked, in her strange Capitol accent.
"Yes, yes, no, yes, yes, and if he could see me, he would be out of the arena, and I would tell it to him in person." I answered. The woman didn't seem very pleased by my short answers. After a while, I gave in, and answered the questions with more details and luckily the Capitol woman didn't seem to have a clue of what sarcasm and irony were, so I didn't get in trouble.
They left after that, and I could keep watching the games. I watched him in the cave, as it almost crushed him, and I watched him rolling down the slope. I saw the boy and girl from six die.
"Just get back home, Finn. Everything will be alright, you need to get back," I whispered, as he turned away from the camera and cleaned his bloody trident.
There were only seven people left: the three careers, Finn, and three boys from the outlying districts. They'd only made it so long because they had been hiding in an underground bunker in the grassy field, and nobody had found them yet. One of them was very weak and starving, and I knew he wouldn't last very long.