Okay, so... I realized once I got on my iPod that there's no italics and that is really confusing with all Annie's flashbacks. So I decided to put hyphens (these things - I hope their hyphens) around the memories so people on iPods can understand better... I hope you guys like this, it's my first fanfic and I'm trying to get used to this.
Everyone mourns for the dead tributes, the twenty three tributes who will never see their families, never go home. Everyone sends dirty looks the way of the victors, wishing that their family member or friend, had come home.
But what about the victors?
What about the boys and girls that "survived"? What about the ones who lie awake at night, wishing that they could outrun the memories of the past? What about them? Who ever cries over the loss the victor has had to taken? No one.
Why?
Because the victors have a "perfect" life. That would be the answer. Their alive. The memories keep them awake at night are ignored by the others that see them. They were innocent once too. They were the ones that have to deal with the mind-numbing pain that is their "new and improved" life.
Who cares about how Haymitch Abernathy feels, who cares about the nightmares that may haunt Johanna Mason? Who can feel the pain of the rest: Enobaria, Cashmere, Wiress, BeeTee, and all the others who share the pain only the victors know? Who even thinks their human anymore?
Who cares about their life?
Who cares about their romance?
Who cares about Annie Cresta?
Noone, that's who.