My friend was showing me 'The Perks of Being a Wallflower' book and I flipped through the pages, she summarized it for me (She mentioned there were M rated stuff) and I don't know why she was reading it and then I got the idea. What if Annie and Finnick got close through a series of odd letters? Like Charlie wrote to Friend.
I present 'The Perks of Being Insane'. I do not own anything, I repeat. Anything.
Part One
August 12, XX71
To my dear friend, Finnick,
I honestly do not know when you will get this letter, probably when the Capitol mail deliverer person gives it to you. Anyway, Finnick, you and Mags are my only companions here, and so I will write to you since Mags refuses to reply unless I talk to her in the flesh. Which Fiske has advised me not to do. Did you know he was still alive? And talking to me? Well, he wrote what he wants to say to me at least on pieces of paper which I find near myself.
So anyway Finnick, I have finally calmed down slightly although, my house is still locked up from the inside and I still leave the food that Mags have left for me on my porch to rot. The glowing people don't bother me as much as they used too, at least they have stopped walking through walls but Fiske is still making jokes for me.
Despite missing a body part... He manages to tell me that he still can't locate his head, I have tried helping him look for it outside during the dark nights when we go grave digging through past tributes graves, but it doesn't seem to be there in his box. Please help me find his head in the Capitol, Finnick. Perhaps it is in the arena still; please ask your tribute to help me find it. Please, Finnick.
Oh, and Fiske has also requested me to tell you he hates you for letting him die in the arena, but he says it's alright because I won for our district. And he says he's much better off as a glowing person. Or ghost as he said it. He's alive though, I know he is.
From Annie
August 23, XX71
To my dear friend, Finnick,
It surprises me how quickly you have replied me and thank you for telling Mags to stop leaving food for me as the wild flesh-eating animals have stopped camping outside around my home and have finally left. I am sorry that Ripple was brutally blown up into blood and meat before he could find Fiske's head (I have heard some Victors talking about it outside my house). Fiske says it's okay as he tried at least. But maybe next year we can look for his head.
Over this week I have begun a new habit, cradling in the corner to myself. The glowing people have found a new way to scare me again; I believe it is Monique's idea. She always was satan-like, even in the arena when they stole Fiske's head. But of course, you should also remember that. You were his mentor after all. But I still remember I was so frightened after Fiske's chopping but he's still here, most of him that is. But Fiske's still here, Finnick. And he said that Monique was behind all the scary dreams. Why does she hate me so much?
But something odd happened. The dreams were coming back, the ones of me in the Hunger Games.
Last night, I dreamed that I was back in the arena, but the water was red, just like blood. But only it was really blood. The hands that I remember going so quickly below reached out and grabbed me from below. They then pulled my under, it felt so real. So cold, I had awakened to find myself cradling my body and whimpering to myself as I cried, but I was fine, because I knew it was all over at least.
It had to be. But the house was quiet.
Cold... And I knew it was another nightmare. The tributes from my games surrounded me, and in the middle of them were Monique and Casper, but horriblely they began stabbing Fiske's head that they held in their hands.
Just like the games.
I tried to stop them but I couldn't move and I just screamed. And screamed… never did I want to go back. Never did I want to experience everything all over again. But I could.
I am writing this with all my will power right now, I am sorry for the messy handwriting as my hand is shaking and for all the tears as my eyes water from remembering the deaths but I feel my head lightening and I fear I shall soon faint very soon after I send this to you. Hopefully you will get it before I do faint, Finnick.
From Annie
A/N: These Parts are short since the original book was only eight parts. So I'm following the format.
