A/N: I don't own Hunger Games. Drabble.

The Silence Screams

Effie Trinket was, in contrast to what people believed, not an airhead nor was she absentminded. She saw, she heard, she knew. More than she should.

More than anyone did. No one really paid much attention to her and sometimes things would slip and she'd catch it by the tips of her mental fingers and file it away for later use.

Just keep quiet. Keep your mouth shut. That was what she'd been taught, but it was a bit difficult. How do you remain quiet when the world around you was wrong?

She had to shut up and keep secrets against her wishes. If she could only let it all flow out... she'd be free and her fears would be quiet.

Effie just wanted to scream... scream... scream until her voice was hoarse...

The silence screamed the loudest.

Her yells of truth would fall on deaf ears. If she yelled... who would hear? If she yelled - would she have peace?

If she yelled... screamed until she was empty of secrets... until the rebellion was a reality... until the fallen tributes of years prior were avenged and their loved and lost ones knew their feelings... if she told Haymitch what she knew... if Katniss just knew how she felt about Peeta then this whole drama would be done with... their acting would become a reality and no one would question them...

But she couldn't. Her mouth was shut. And she had to listen to the silence screaming when she was alone.

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