(A/N) Sooooooo hey world of fanfic, this is my AM (after Mockingjay) story of poor poor Annie Odair. It's going to start a little before Finnick dies, so maybe it's not 100% AM. It's in Annie's POV, so sorry if it's bad, I can't write for a "crazy" person quite well. If you like it, review! Or if you don't like it, review!
Disclaimer: Yesterday I was walking around school, wondering why no one wanted my autograph. Then I remembered I didn't write the Hunger Games, I'm still not Suzanne Collins:(
"Mrs. Odair, I have some good news," the doctor said. "You're pregnant."
I let out a little yelp of excitement and looked down at my tummy. There was a little person growing inside of me. I was going to be a mommy. Finnick was going to be a daddy! Oh my dear, wonderful Finnick! I imagined the moment when he would come home, and take me in his arms. I would put my cheek on his and whisper, "I'm going to have a baby!"
He would sweep me off my feet and twirl me until the doctors made him stop. He would hug me and kiss me. I know I'm being selfish, but I wish he didn't have to fight in this stupid war. "I have to," he said stubbornly when I told him this, "For you, for my parents, for everyone. I'm sorry."
It would be okay though, I made him cross his heart that he would come back. I loved him, he couldn't leave me. Just my excitement of seeing him and of the baby helped the nightmares go away just a bit. It allowed me to grasp on my sanity hard, the hardest it had ever been without Finnick.
When the time rolled around for them to come home, I was bursting in excitement. We had won the war! Our baby could be safe from The Hunger Games. As soon as I thought of this, everything began to slip. I struggled to cling on to reality, but visions of Tatum's death plagued me. Finnick, I thought, hold on for Finnick.
Soon hovercrafts were entering the hangar. People poured out of them, hugging their friends and family. As more hovercrafts arrived, the less crowded it became, everyone going away to celebrate. As they left, the feeling of despair and hopelessness became more and more prominent. The last hovercraft pulled in and Finnick wasn't on it. Katniss was though. "Katniss, where's Finnick?" I asked hopefully.
She burst into tears. "He... He's dead!" She sobbed.
No, this couldn't be true. She must be joking. I looked at Peeta to confirm this. He shook his head. Peeta doesn't joke like that.
I was falling. Back into the arena. Then I was frozen. It was the scene I had seen so many times before. But it was Finnick. My precious Finnick. The mutts, those terrible mutts, were clawing his beautiful face. He was screaming and writhing in pain. I was screaming too. Then the cannon went off. I was alone in the darkness.
(A/N) Sometimes I hate Suzanne Collins for this terrible thing. I cried during the book. Don't go away now, I'll try to update the other two parts by the end of this week. Btw, who thinks Sam Clafin won't be a good enough Finnick?