In, and out. In, and out. Breathe. Good.
And again. Repetition. Breathing. Forever.
…
Well, not really. They never thought the great Finnick Odair would ever stop breathing either, but that didn't stop him from falling through blackness, truly forever…
No, no. Don't think like that. No. Breathe. Air. Good.
The dull repetition is almost like the beating of waves crashing against the sand, and is both soothing and haunting. Home. Good? Yes and no.
Gaunt lines are created, and refuse to go away. He would've been worried. He would've noticed instantly, unlike the rest of District Four. No one cares about a poor mad girl.
Not breathing. Maybe that's good after all. Blackness is coming…
Will they come if they hear the thud of an unconscious body? Maybe, if they aren't too busy breathing themselves.
Breathe.
Oxygen has never been so infuriatingly captivating.
A/N: This is from Annie's POV, although I tried to keep it very neutral for dramatic effect. This song was inspired by Ghost of You by Selena Gomez, because of the lyrics, "I'm breathing in, I'm breathing out, ain't that what it's all about?"