AN: Hey everyone. Just a quick message before I begin. In honor of the upcoming film "The Hunger Games" based on the novel of the same title by Suzanne Collins, I have decided to make a fanfic. I was lucky enough to snatch a role in the film as a Capitol Citizen, so it's near and dear to my heart... and something I know quite a bit about. This story is about Finnick and Annie. I have over 35000 words written out so far. This is the prequel. Right now, my goal is to get the first part done in time for the film release, so I'm focused more on plot rather than grammar and continuity. Please see my profile for more details about the story, and message me or review any questions/concerns. Thanks for reading!
I don't know what's happening.
I actually don't know a lot of things right now. It's been a while since I had knowledge of anything. The days have blended together, and there is only one night. I have no idea what the time is. I am in a constant haze. I feel like I've been sleeping with my eyes open for the longest time.
My throat hurts. They want me to answer questions, but I can't understand what they're saying. I try to tell them that, but my voice cracks and is raspy at best. They don't believe me anyways. They can barely understand me. It makes me think that they are just doing this for amusement. They might be. I don't know. I don't know anything.
That thought is not in my head for long. They're back.
"What is the significance of the Mockingjay?" His voice is echoing in my head. I remember—vaguely—Finnick telling me about a girl who is also a Mockingjay. A girl can't be a mutt. It doesn't make sense. It just doesn't.
I shake my head. I try to tell them just that. "It doesn't make sense…"
I think I hear shuffling, but I'm not really paying attention. All I can think of is how this doesn't make sense. Finnick said this wouldn't happen, and he's always right. What happened this time? Where is Finnick?
"Get it."
My world immediately focuses, and my eyes lock onto them. "No, please! I don't know! I just don't know!" They continue about their business. I know it is hopeless, but I continue to plead anyways. I don't want to be in this haze. I don't want to hurt anymore.
It seemed like I was pleading forever before the pain actually started, although I'm sure it wasn't that long. The worst part is the first few minutes; I'm still somewhat mentally aware then. Then, I go completely numb.
After the numbing, all I see are clear flashbacks of the days before. The days that mean nothing—and sometimes everything—to them, but the most to me.
All I want is Finnick.