All characters belong to Suzanne Collins and a few of the lines belong to Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol. Not exactly a full song fic, but the end is kind of. Hope you enjoy! Please review!
I was trapped underground, Peeta was in the capital, Gale hated me, Haymitch was too drunk to function, and my mother and Prim were too busy to talk to. I felt alone. The walls seemed to close in around me, I couldn't breathe. I began to have flashbacks to the arena: killing Marvel, dead Rue, dead Peeta, dead Mags, the Jabberjays. I could only hear their screams now. I couldn't escape them. I began to scream, trying to free myself from them. They kept saying my name, attacking me. No, wait something was shaking me.
"Katniss, it's ok, it's not real." Someone said. I was confused. I couldn't tell what was real or what wasn't.
"Katniss." The voice said again. I knew that voice. Where had I heard it before? The Jabberjays began to fade, I was able to start thinking clearly again. Gasping, my eyes flew open and were met with a stunning pair of green eyes.
"Sh, Katniss, it's ok. I've got you." The green eyes, picked me up, cradle me, and then began to rock me back and forth. Green eyes? Finnick!
"Finnick?" I said, my voice hoarse from screaming.
"Hm." He said, looking down at me with concern.
"Just wanted to make sure it was you." I said.
"It's me alright. The one and only." He said with a wink. I chuckled, before sitting up. "Careful, that was some violent dream you had." He said. I noticed the concern and worry floating in his eyes.
"I'm ok." I said. I tried to smile, but I knew it wasn't convincing.
"Ok." He said. We sat there in silence, in a dark closet, somewhere in District 13.
"Do you ever just want to forget the world?" I asked suddenly. He looked over surprised, before nodding.
"All the time." He said sadly.
"Is that why you tie knots?" I asked, suddenly very curious.
"That's one of the reasons, I suppose. It also lets me focus, tune out the world, and just feel like for once I'm in control of something." He said with a sigh. I nodded. I understood how he felt. The capital, and now District 13 constantly controlled his life, and even though I hadn't had to put up with it for as long, I still knew how it felt.
What now?" I asked. I didn't want an answer, but I didn't want silence either. It reminded me of the arena, and I didn't want to think of that now.
"Well we could go back out there, attempt to help, only to be looked at like failures and broken tributes." Finnick began.
"Which we are." I said.
"Broken, not failures." He said with a forceful look. I nodded, we weren't failures, we had been through too much to be failures. "Or we sit here and just forget about the world." He said smiling.
"I'll lie here, if you lie with me." I said after a moment of thought.
"Forget all we've been told." Finnick said with a smile.
"Just waste time." I said, turning to look at him.
"We don't need anything." He said, staring at the ceiling, as though it was the night sky.
"Or anyone." I said, curling into his side.
"We'll do it all, everything." He said.
"On our own." I finished. And then we sat there in silence, forgetting about everything and enjoying each other's company in our little bubble of safety and peace. I felt my eyes begin to drift shut, just enjoying Finnick's warmth, and breathing. I wasn't alone. I had him.