Disclaimer: I do not own brilliance of The Hunger Games or Catching Fire or Mockingjay. That's Suzanne Collins not me.
"Katniss."
The tortured whisper slips through my lips like a prayer. I ache for her. I do not know how long I have been here, how long I have been away. I do not know much. I do, however, know one thing. Katniss is alive and away from the Capitol's grasp. If they had her I would know. Everyone would know.
I wish I knew if there were plans to come rescue us. I wish I knew if I would ever see Katniss again. If I could just see her beautiful face once more, I'd die a happy man.
"Finnick."
An equally tortured whisper reaches my ears though mine is not as chilling. Annie Cresta's whisper can reach all of our ears no matter where we are.
I have not seen Johanna since we were captured though I have heard her screaming. It feels wrong to hear her scream. Unnatural somehow. Enobaria is dead. She knew nothing and she was not needed anymore. Cinna's alive as well, but like Johanna, his screams sound unnatural to my ears. He and I have never had contact, but in the times he has been dragged past my chamber he has muttered and barely seems coherent now. I wonder what they've done to him.
I listen to Annie whisper to herself for hours. The poor girl is scared out of her mind and I can barely make out her shadow in the chamber across from mine. She twitches and cries and in the few times I have seen her out her eyes dart around the room, seeing but not really processing.
I am tired. My body is tired. It aches and burns from the physical torture I have endured. I miss Katniss. I miss Haymich. Hell, I even miss Gale. I just want to be home. I want to see my family again.
Annie's sobs break through my mental refrain. I feel so sorry for her. Her mind is barely there and she misses the one person who made her feel safe. On some small level I know how she feels.
"Annie?" I whisper.
She doesn't respond, but I continue.
"Finnick and Katniss are coming for us. You'll see him again. Someday we'll be out of here." I hesitate before I utter the last two words. "I promise."
The sobbing stops and the voice that calls back is small and child like.
"Thank you, Peeta."
I sigh and relax onto the cold metal table I am strapped to. I can only hope that the only words I have ever said to Annie Cresta are not lies. I can only hope that my silent pleas for help will somehow be answered.
"Katniss," I whisper again.
Author's Note:
I wanted to write a short oneshot about Annie and Peeta because I noticed there were none. I hope that both are alive and that maybe they are able to comfort each other in the hell they are in. I love Annie even though she's only been mentioned a few times and I hope we can learn more about her in Mockingjay. Hope you liked it!