Authors Note: In this story, Annie was never pregnant. It doesn't fit in the story. Sorry. But butter news, Joniss (Mentioned)

I'm not crazy. At least that is what Finnick told me.

But that doesn't matter anymore, does it.

I'm living back is Hell, sorry District 4, with Johanna and Katniss. They had to live here under supervision, they is more like Katniss, after she brutally killed Gale.

And people say I'm Crazy.

They go together really well, with the cursing at 3:24 in the morning while I'm trying to sleep, not like I was anyway. At least, I think they are in a relationship, I can't tell.

The doctors tell me to hide the madness inside, like a suit of iron, but what do they know. Do they know how it felt to have your soul ripped from you, and then hastily sewn back in, then ripped out again!

No, they don't.

Were all thinking it. But none of us have done it yet.

"Annie "Johanna calls from the kitchen, waking me from the eternal slumber of my thoughts, "Time for breakfast". I groan.

Every day, 3 times a day, I drown 3 meals that taste like cardboard.

The doctors say that it should have stopped by now, but what do they know.

After breakfast, I go to the beach. This is Finnick and I's special spot, so I used my overwhelming amount of money that I got from the Games and Rebellion, seriously, all I did during the war was sit in a capitol cell and hospital room, and they gave me money, and bought the whole beach.

District 4's Population was pissed when I did that, but I don't care.

I have fond memories of the beach, me and Finnick shooting down the water like rockets, having picnics, having our first kiss, and I start to cry.

The doctor says I should stop doing that, but what do they know.

"Annie "I hear Katniss call. I forgot I am under supervision 24/7, if not by cameras, then by Katniss and Johanna. I am brought back to the house, screaming and crying like the madwoman I am.

The doctors say that should have stopped, but what do they know.

Some days, I try to be strong. I'll go to the market and buy some flowers or plants to use in the garden out back, or do something productive. The doctors say that it is good, to keep up the spirit.

But what do they know.

We had a hurricane one time, about a year after his death, and Johanna was screaming her ass off. Katniss came and calmed her, and the sight of it reminded me of someone. This scene was played out many times in this house, but with different people. It seems that all of my thoughts are on Finnick.

The doctors say that that should have stopped, but what do they know.

After the storm, I go to the beach. There I see a Black stone, amongst the golden sand. Seeing it reminded me of how imperfect the world is. That's when I make my decision.

The doctors told me these thoughts would have stopped, but what do they know.

I run home, and lock myself in the bathroom. There is one under the cabinet that Finnick told me to use if any Capolitites tried to do anything weird. I picked up the long, 12 inch, sharp bladed knife, and in the other hand, pick up some sleeping pills the doctor persicbed to me, to help me sleep better.

I raid the bathroom for a cup, and when I find it, fill it up and take the pills. Then, with the swiftness of an axe, slit my wrists, and fall into the tub, dead.

I left a note:

Dear people who still live in this Hell called Panem,

I have killed myself, for reasons apparent to anymore with 5 brain cells. You know where I want to be buried. So do it. The doctors said that my life would get better, give it medication, time and therapy.

But what do they know?

Thanks for readin, I do not own the Hunger Games, and no, all of my stories will not end in suicide. Also I love Joniss and despise Gale.