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"Mags, can me and Annie speak alone?" Finnick looked over to Mags.
Mags nodded and left the room. I sat there and waited. Why did he have Mags leave?
"Annie, she's gone. Talk to me." His child like voice speaking to me was gone. Now he was talking to me. I forgot that he does that. He only talks to me like I'm a child sometimes. When we're in front of people, but when we're alone he talks to me like I'm me. Not Annie Cresta that went into the games and went a little crazy. He talks to the Annie before the games.
"She wasn't going to make it Finnick. You love her so much." I tried to explain my reasons.
"Annie, I can't loss you." Was all he could say, so I embraced him.
We stood like that, arm in arms. I saw Mags peep through the door and quickly close it.
"Your not going to loss me." I whispered in his ear.
He nodded, not letting me go. What happened last year would repeat itself. Finnick was going to make it out of the games, how couldn't he? He would protect me, I know it.
"Okay." He nodded, wiping his eyes.
Not many people had seen Finnick cry, but I had. He didn't do it often, but I was always there for him. Mags peeped in again an this time entered the room. She took Finnick's hands and smiled. I smiled too. We would be okay.
{Time Skip}
I walked the halls. I didn't sleep much, and I most likely wouldn't sleep at all with the games. I watched as the shadows danced across the walls. The games. 70th Games was the year I won. I watched my partner be beheaded and I see it now sometimes. I hold my ears to block out the screams, cover my eyes to stop seeing the images. I can't even help it, I'll laugh randomly. It's hard to deal with, but I can. I can do it.
It was getting earlier, time flew by. The train started to lighten from it's scary darkness. Finnick was an early rises, late sleeper, which was good for me. He had adjusted and learned how to sleep less. Everyone slept less after the Games. And Finnick won at 14. The 65th Games. I had watched his Games, and he had watched mine. We never watched them again though, never want to.
I waited for him, sat down next to his door. He came out as soon as I sat down. He leaned down and helped me up.
"Morning, you ready? We should almost be at the Capitol." I didn't like the Capitol.
"Okay. Morning." We headed to the dinning hall.
Mags was here already, nibbling on a piece of toast. I sit down. My brown-red hair swirls around me. I keep it long, with front bangs. It's how I've always worn it, and Finnick says he likes it. I have no intention of changing it.
I reach over and grab a piece of shrimp. It reminds me of food back home. They give us nice food, and then sea food. Me, Finnick, and Mags normally only eat the sea food, never the Capitol's food. I don't like it. It taste fancy and too sweet.
After eating we sat down. I stared out the window into nowhere. Watched the trees and such swish by. I could barley see them with how fast it was moving, couldn't even tell where we were.
"Annie?" I looked over to see Finnick.
"What?" I asked him, I had just gone into a daze again.
"I think we're here." Finnick pointed to the window.
We were farther away now, so I could see thing, they weren't moving fast. The Capitol building stood high and mighty. We're here. I don't want to be here, any where but here. I took a breath to calm myself down. I'll be okay, everything will be fine. The train slowed to a stop.
Mags started walked towards the door, followed by me, then Finnick. We exited to screaming fans. I knew most were for Finnick, people believed I was crazy, I'm not crazy. I just see things, go into flashbacks of the games. Though I had some fans, I didn't have many.
I wasn't like Finnick, I couldn't charm people, some were afraid. I wasn't sweet like Mags, most people just thought I had gone crazy. I wasn't them, and I didn't have many fans. Really, it didn't upset me. I don't want people from the Capitol to love me. I want nothing to do with the Capitol.
{Time Skip}
It was different. The tribute's place to stay, but I guess it's different every year. I glanced around at the place, I didn't want to spend my time here. I would have to though. I walked around and found my room. It had one of the controllers to change what was in the window. I clicked the button to change it, finally it got to an ocean. I left it there and walked out of the room.
Finnick was on a couch with Mags, I took a seat next to him. The tribute reaping was playing. I knew a lot of the tributes. Gloss and Cashmere from one, Brutus and Enobaria from two, Beetee and Wiress from three, us from four, etc. I knew the tributes, met them, spoke with them. The only ones I hadn't met, where Katniss and Peeta.
Finnick sighed. We didn't want to kill these people, they were our friends. I didn't want to have these people kill me.
"What do you think of Katniss and Peeta?" I asked.
"I don't know. There whole 'love' thing seems kinda fake." He said, Mags shook her head in disagreement. I nodded.
They pulled that last year, they were in love. Both were going to eat poison berries, make no victor. So instead, there were two victors of the games. That was unheard of, never had happened. As far as I could tell, President Snow did not look happy about it.