Annie Cresta &
Finnick Odair

Note: This takes place at the District 4 Reaping for the 75th Hunger Games (Quarter Quell),
and it's basically what is going on in Annies mindset. It's pretty short, go ahead, read :3

Annie Cresta ~ Reaped the Second Time

Finnick doesn't let go of my hand.

My hand is moist with sweat and slipping but he manages to grasp on to it. He doesn't find it gross or anything. Most guys would.

But, as I have known previously...Finnick is not 'most guys.'

We walk down to the city square silently, my head resting on his shoulder as our slow steps trudge in the dirt. No need to rush. We're only heading to possible death. Who. Cares. Whats the point?
What is the point of anything anymore?
If I could, I would live in a Utopia with Finnick. It sounds stupid, but I would.
It would be nice to get rid of these nightmares. Crying in the middle of the night. Often screaming. The ones I love dead. Finnick left. I close my eyes and let him guide me. I'll always trust Finnick. I know nothing will ever hurt me when he's around.

Our feet are covered in sand that sticks to us, we just got back from the ocean, dangling our feet from the dock and just talking. We talked about our marriage. We talked about our future. I said I'd love to have a baby. He said he agreed, but not now, not here. Not when theres the risk, of death in your youth.
We talked, as if nothing bad was going to happen, as if the Capitol wasn't issuing the Quarter Quell.
As if life was as normal as it could ever be for me, the deemed mentaly unstable, And Finnick, the forced-on poster boy for sex in the Capitol. My Finnick, being jostled around by the Capitol, the president. They had no right to take advantage of Finnick that way, completely obliterating his human rights. But then again,
Mr. President Snow here seems to have thrown that part of the Constitution completely out of bearings, a long time ago.

Despite me being mentally unstable, I was very sure with 2 things in my life.
The only 2 things in my life that I was sure of, nothing else.
One, I loved Finnick with all my heart and he loved me.
Two. I hated President Snow. And me, really not prone to the idea of someone dieing, that sounding weird considering I won the Hunger Games. But I believe it in my heart, that Panem would be a better place without President Snow around. Meaning death.

As if there wasn't a possibility that we could be plunged into the games yet again, a second time. And die.

I would die. I have no strength, no wits at this moment in my life. I talk in the dark to dead tributes. I talked to them all last night. Which resulted in nightmares and screaming.

Of course.

I can't think about it.

Whenever I think about it I stop breathing. Things cloud around my vision and I have to suppress screams. Just stop thinking.

Stop thinking. Please. Please. Just stop. Thinking.

I groan loudly and have to open my eyes to remind myself that I'm not in the 70th Hunger Games anymore.

And he didn't use that ax to behead...

I collapse to the ground, my elbows hitting hard, we're near the city square now and I can just barely make out the roped off sections for the previous victors...we're supposed to be IMMUNE. We're supposed to not have to go back in the games, I thought winning meant IMMUNITY.

Winning meant fame and fortune, immunity, but although you were physically free.

You were never emotionally free.

They take that right away from you in the arena.

I clench my fist into my mouth, and bite down. "Annie, Annie." Finnick murmurs, he lets me stay on the ground and his arms wrap around my prone figure and he hushes into my ear.

I'm hyperventilating and I can't stop shaking.

I try to stop this but it's no good, once I start shaking, all you can do is wait for it to be over.

I wait.

"I'm sorry..listen I'm sorry. I have to get up. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." I mutter trying to get up but my balance is off. But Finnick helps me.

I lose myself in his green eyes. These are the only things I need to see right now. I'll just look at these. They're so. Beautiful. Pure.

"Annie. It's okay. Take as long as you like. And," He holds my hand tightly.

I'm searching his face and I know some people are staring but I really dont care.

"I'm always here and never going to leave."

I smile. My smiles are always rare in public, but with Finnick, I smile all the time. No such thing as sadness.

It doesn't exist.

He leads me into the female roped off section, and whispers 'I love you', and tenderly kisses me on the cheek. I could never get tired of his kisses..
And his hand lets go. He stands in the male victor section and as soon as he gets there his eyes travel back to me. I hold my own hand with my own, and wish Finnicks was there to occupy it.
I stare at the ground because I'm utterly confused.
How can Finnick be so sure? He seems sure. But maybe hes not.
Sure that he's not going to be reaped?
That I'm not going to be reaped?

I can't even imagine going back into the arena..and my shaking rekindles..

"Annie Cresta."

The words echo off in my head, reverberating across the caves of my skull. But before I have time to even process this new, sick information-

"I volunteer!" Mags. Mags.

Mags?

Old, old, Mags. She volunteered. For me. Wait. What. The arena. Shes going back. In the arena.

In my place.

"Wha-" I murmur but she's already mounting the stage, her frail old body coming to stand boldy.

I stare after her. I skimmed death because of this lady. Mags. Mags, beautiful, calm, lovely, Mags, the savior of my life. My breathing is still rapid. Why wont it calm down? I should be relieved,
shouldn't I? But I still cannot stop shaking.

Why can't I stop shaking?

"Finnick Odair."

And then all peacefullness and the little calm I had left in me (which believe me wasn't too much) , undisturbed, broke lose. It was like a dam ready to explode under pressure, my fragile being set lose. NO.
Nothing registers in my brain anymore. I'm numb. So numb. I need something to knock me out, a pill, or an injection, feelings just don't work with me anymore..

I fight screams. I clench my fists and cover my ears and close my eyes and block out all the remaining senses and bite my tongue i can't scream not to give Snow satisfaction why would i ever and someone grips me from behind because I must have fallen or fainted or tripped and everything becomes blurry but i do register one thing

Finnick. He's going to come back. He will. He has too.

I can't bear to watch the one I love die.

Thankyou for reading, and reviews please? Tell me what you think, constructive critisism is welcomed.
Also, toward the end there, the huge runon sentence is obviously not gramatically correct :P but It's whats going on in Annies brain, and everything is so tangled she can't even process it.

THANKYOU :)
And a new chapter will be up soon!