Hello! Yes, I have started another story. I have become absolutely in love with Katniss and Finnick together (though Peeta and Annie both have to be dead for them to work; at least, for me). Mostly, I have become obsessed with Finnick, but that turned into KatnissXFinnick.
So, this story is based on the end of Mockingjay, but Annie and Peeta both died during the time of the war, and Finnick lived. Some things will be the same, but obviously very big parts of the end will be different (Annie and the baby, Peeta and Katniss).
Anyway, I hope you enjoy! This will be a multi-chapter story, though I'm not sure how long I'm going to make it, yet. Probably most likely longer, than shorter. This chapter is more of an opener, so don't expect much action in it. It's pretty much just setting up the story-line and the changes.
They're gone. Prim, Peeta. Annie. They're gone.
I had though Prim was the only one close to me to be caught up in the bombing, though I could not exactly take inventory while burning alive. When I woke up, the physical pain of my third-degree burns and the emotional pain of losing Prim crushed me. But then, Haymitch came to visit me. The fact that he was not drunk, seeing as he had the ability again, should have been a warning sign. Things could get worse.
And they did.
He had sat on the edge of my bed, not looking at me once as he relayed what had happened. His voice was soft and quiet as he told me, that after I had been engulfed in flames, Peeta had tried to come up to me. He got pushed closer to the pit, though, and there was one bomb left from Coin. He was caught in it. I cried silent tears because I could not bear to lose anymore.
It hurt so much more when I realized that I was in love with him, and he didn't know when he died. He died, not knowing the truth. I will never forgive myself for that.
After that, Haymitch had told me that Annie had died in District 13 while we were all in the Capitol; Snow had fed her poison while in the Capitol, and she didn't even know it. No one did, until she became weak so quickly and there was nothing anyone could do. It amazes and disgusts me, the sorts of substances that are available in the Capitol.
Before, I didn't have anymore room inside of me to feel bad for Finnick, but now, it comes at me. We had almost lost Finnick during the war, so close that I practically saw his life flash before my own eyes. When he made it to the top with all of us – though he had a pretty bad gash across his neck and leg – it felt like a miracle.
Now I wonder if he would have been better off. Sometimes I wish I had died alongside the two people I care about most.
My mother had moved to District 4, without even bothering to say goodbye. This is a time to not hold grudges; everyone is in pain. If she were to show up on my doorstep right now, I would be able to find it in me to forgive her, because I don't know if I would have said goodbye, either.
Most of the time, I sit in the rocking chair with my knees drawn to my chest in my living room, right in front of the fireplace. Buttercup, that damn cat, will lie down in front of the chair, where my feet should go and stare into the fireplace whether there is a fire or not.
Greasy Sae stops by every day, forcing me to eat just enough to sustain myself. Sometimes she even gets me to go into the kitchen and sit with her, though we rarely talk. I think she's worried. There was a day where she told me about Gale. He's living in District 2 with a nice fancy job, and she said she's seen him on the television a couple of times. I figured there would be anger or longing, anything, but all I felt was relief.
The nightmares never leave, no matter how I feel during the day. If Greasy Sae manages to break through one morning, the night destroys all progress I may have made. They can vary, but most of the time they are either about Prim or Peeta.
I think about Finnick back in 4. I wonder if he sees my mother often, but if he is in the state that I am, I doubt it. We are both going through the same thing; perhaps my mother has taken on the role that Greasy Sae has, though; forcing him to eat, to be a human being.
I hope so, because he deserves it. He deserves to have family, even if it's not bloodline. He is even more alone than I am. I at least have Haymitch; not that I've seen him recently. It's funny how he is supposed to be keeping an eye on me.
My thoughts drift away from Haymitch and back to Finnick. I wonder if his house is on the beach. That would be good for him, I think. I'm pretty sure the ocean is like his woods. I also wonder if it is okay to miss him, just a little bit. He became such a good friend to me during the time that I was without Peeta and him without Annie. Misery loves company, after all.
I sigh and close my eyes, letting my head fall back to the cushioned back-cover of the chair. "Looks like it's just you and me, Buttercup. Aren't you lucky?"
He hisses at me and I snort. We sit in silence; there would have been a ticking clock, but I made sure that was gone the moment I got home. The silence used to be deafening, but not anymore.
I'm almost asleep, when there is a knock on the door. I sigh and get up slowly, so slowly that they knock again. "I'm coming!" I shuffle over to the door and open it a crack, expecting Haymitch. When I see who it is, my eyes widen in astonishment.
Finnick leans against the doorframe, no sign of the sultry man he used to be. "Hey."
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