Okay, so this is the first chapter in a three-shot about Annie Cresta. Its set when Annie learns the news about Finnick's death. Although I've planned this as a three-shot, let me know if you like it. If there's enough reviews, I may consider making it a full length story.
Enjoy!
And it all came tumbling down
It was rainy that morning. That should've been enough to clue her in to what else could've gone wrong. It should've reminded her that they weren't living in a perfect world, that they were at war. The sodden soil it left behind all too exactly matched what she was feeling at that very moment. Because if there was anything Annie Cresta was familiar with, it was foreshadowing. It had rained too, that day that her name was drawn from the glass ball. The day that her district partner, Marvin, was slaughtered. It rained too, the day that he went to war. Her childhood sweetheart. Finnick.
Rain never brought anything good. They said that bad things came in threes right? If that were true, she was rid of all misfortunes from there on.
Annie could see the raindrops splattering on her top-floor window; see the little paths formed as they trickled down, as if it were a race to the bottom. She absent-mindedly rubbed her belly, felt for the new life that was forming within her. Looking back, it would seem apt that she was pregnant. That with the tragedy of losing her husband's life, she gave birth to yet another life. A life for a life. That's what they called karma, wasn't it? But it was supposed to be fair. Not like this.
A knock on the door. The beginning of yet another chapter, in the tragic story that they called life. It startled her. She pricked herself on her sewing needle that she clutched in her hands. Another omen of what was to come.
She creaked open the door, just the slightest inch, and gasped when she saw President Coin herself. Hastily, letting the President in, bustling around in an effort to make her room appear more hospitable. Not that it mattered anymore, when the first words sprouted from Coin's mouth.
"I'm sorry, Annie."
She stopped abruptly in her little noticed preparations and felt her grip on reality slip away. Just the same, the flower vase that Annie was holding slipped from her trembling fingers and shattered on the floor. And her whole world came tumbling down.