Chapter 1
It couldn't be true. This had to be some sick joke. I'm terrified that if I let in the slightest glimpse of hope that the pain will come back. The pain of losing him, the pain of knowing I'll never get my happy ending, possibly the only thing that got me through my Hunger Games, through being held captive by the Capitol...
This time yesterday everything was normal, painfully so. The fact that my new 'normal' consists of not having him in it killed me inside, a pain worse than all the memories of the murders that happend years ago in my own section of hell. Him. I can't even say his name, the name I wake up screaming in the night, the name that used to be my home, the name I now have bestowed upon my son. Our son.
My legs are shaking so bad I can hardly manage to run. But I do. I run faster than I have ever done, I run like my life depends on it because it does. Before he left he was my heart, my soul, the only bit of sanity I had left. When he was gone my heart stopped my whole world stopped spinning. I fear, that if it had not been for the baby that I would have given up entirely! But I didn't, I couldn't I had to live for him, I would not deny my son the right of a mother after all ready losing his father.
Left,right, straight. All the numbers on the doors surge into one. Room 87. Who knew this would be the number that changed my life? Room 34. I was getting closer, closer to my true love, closer to the perfect family I had always imagined. Stop it. You can't think like that. What if it is a mistake? What if tomorrow you will be back to being widowed Annie? But it had to be true! Remember the words Katniss had told you on the phone.
"It's him Annie, it's our Finnick!" She had sobbed over the phone.
I knock into a nurse, a young girl with chestnut brown hair. I quickly mutter a half hearted apology and continue my frantic scuttle towards his room. My long, wavy, auburn hair sway crazily at my sides. I must look like a sight! Not that I ever cared what I looked like. Ever since a young age people had called me stunning but I never saw it. Ever since the moment Finnick first kissed me I never understood what he saw, why he picked me. Why the heartthrob of district 4 chose me. The daughter of a fishermen.
I suddenly stop. Room 87. This was it. The moment my life will change forever. Again. How many times can someone's life change? Before the reaping I was destined to marry a fishermen, maybe have kids and enjoy my average life. Then I was chosen and my life was thrown upside down and became 'Annie the stunning tribute from District 4!' And after that I changed again, tampered with again to become the winner of the 70th Hunger Games, the haunted skeleton of the girl who went in, the girl Finnick fell in love with. And now look at me! A mature 24 year old, a mother, a widow. Or am I still a widow? I still feel like the stuttering 15 year old girl I was when I met Finnick for the first time.
This is it. The moment I fall of the edge of my sanity again. The moment that little piece of me comes back. One step. So small and yet so large. Here I go. I close my eyes and face the glass panel in the door. I'm praying in my head that this isn't a dream. That in a few seconds I will be back in District 4.
I open my eyes slowly, scared that this was be some cruel joke, a attempt to break the little grasp on reality I have left. Just do it. Stop this tortuer, rip of the band aid already. Do it Annie now. I open my eyes abruptly and there on the hospitable bed are the ocean blue eyes looking back at me. My Finnick.