Hey Finn
Hunger Games Annie Cresta thinks about her life after the Hunger Games and how Finnick Odair is really the only one who understands…Blood,
Everywhere.
All over me,
All over the ground around me.
A scream,
My scream.
An image,
Burned and engraved into my mind.
I'll be a prisoner until the day I die.
I'll be a prisoner of my own mind,
My own insanity.
I'll be a piece of a game until the day I die.
A piece in the Capitol's sick, little game.
My name is Annie Cresta,
I survived the Hunger Games,
But I didn't win.
I may not be fighting for my life anymore but I have no grip on reality.
Apart from two things:
One: Water, the ocean, my home.
Two: Finnick Odair, my lifeline, my protector.
Finnick. I have no idea what I'd do without him. Ever since I returned from the Capitol, he's sat at my side. Not talking, like everyone else. Just sitting beside me, as I stare out at the horizon. He lets me deal with the Hunger Games in my own way. Finnick's the only one who really understands. My parents think they do, but they don't. They haven't been in that arena. They haven't witnessed children being stripped of their innocence whilst you're being stripped of your own. At least not first hand, anyway. They try to make me talk about it. They think that it will help. It doesn't. Nothing does.
One night, we're still on the beach when the sun sets. As Finnick goes off to gather wood to start a fire, I continue to stare at the burning horizon. After he lights a fire, he resumes his position next to me. And, at that moment, I use my voice for the first time in months.
"Hey Finn"