Discaimer- I don't own the Hunger Games or any of its characters!
Finnick bolts up in bed, his mind racing. Where was Annie and what were they doing to her? He knew he didn't tell her anything, but what if someone had? Had someone gotten a chance to tell her things when he wasn't around?
Tears fill Finnick's eyes as he stands up and gets the rope from the top of the drawers. Annie had been the one to show him some of the knots he made frequently (making these made it easier for Finnick to deal with her not being there).
Sitting on the floor, Finnick saw his vision start to get blurry as the tears start to fall. He was alone now; no one would see him like this. Wiping away the tears that fell, Finnick forces himself to stay strong, because who knows if there were cameras around?
He knows he can't use this method for much longer; at some point, he'll fall apart, and won't be able to stop it before it's too late. He's already starting to notice the cracks, and he knows the others must be, too.
Finnick still works the rope in his hand, tying and untying the knots repeatedly. Maybe if he tries hard enough, it'll tie the cracks together again and he won't be so close to breaking as he currently is.
He ties the knots until his fingers are raw (not for the first time and definitely not the last) and no matter how hard he tries, the cracks are still there.
Finnick knows they're able to stay for a long, long time.