Another one the next day! That almost never happens! But it's really short...
No matter how much I try to escape them, I have memories.
Memories of the games. Memories of Oceanus' head lying on the ground, separated from his body. Of the water from the dam lapping around my ankles, then slowly getting higher and higher. Of the trumpets announcing my victory. Of the families, angry because I won with "an unfair advantage," when I was only doing what was natural.
They all clamor for my attention. I cover my ears and close my eyes, but they still follow. I scream, and still they come. The only times they aren't there is when Finnick is. When he holds me, strokes my hair, and tells me it will all be alright. But other than those select few times, they make my life hell.
I'm the image of what a victor from District 4 shouldn't be. I shriek and cry when I should be strong and powerful.
But there are good memories too. I won't lie, most of them involve Finnick.
And some of them are memories of the future. Finnick and I getting married. Having a child together. Being free from the Capitol.
I like these memories.
But they do not come often, and they do not stay long. The evil ones are always much stronger. The more malicious they are, the more powerful. They stop at nothing. I fear they will never stop. Not until I die, like I should have all those years ago.
I think I drew some interesting parallels in this one. Can you guys find them? And poor Annie. I always liked her.
Please review! It made me sad when I didn't get any last time D8
