Hey guys! If you like the story, please R&R! I do not own the hunger games or the characters.
Hope you enjoy!
~idris-institute
Annie's POV
The door comes down with a crash. I see a flash bronze hair before I am knocked down. Lo and behold it's Finnick Odair.
"What the hell?!" I say, breathless with adrenaline. He tosses the bloody knife into the sink. It lands with a clatter and we are silent for a moment.
Finnick's POV
I smile a little at the thought of Annie and I going to prom. I push the curtain aside and watch Annie through her house. I know that sounds stalkerish but I can't ever stop thinking about her. It looks like she has grape juice spilled over her arms.
But it's too dark for that.
I throw open my door and sprint across the street to her porch. No Annie, I think, Don't do this. The door is locked, and I spit a string of curses. Through the window I see clearly now that she has a brutal knife pinpointed above her heart. I make a split-second decision to kick down the door. It comes down with a crash as splinters fly everywhere.
My foot aches, but I ignore it. I see Annie throw her head up with wide emerald eyes. I lunge forward and wrench the knife out of her hands. The sudden impact knocks her down.
"What the hell?!" she says. I throw the knife into the sink, and stare at her pale face.
After a while, I whisper," Why would you do that?" She doesn't answer. This makes me a little angry.
"Are you so selfish that you think no one would care if you died?" I choke a little," Did you ever think of me, or your dad?!" I am almost yelling. I realize she is scared, with her mouth open a little. I fall to my knees in front of her and hold her cold hands.
"I don't think you understand how much I care about you Annie," I say with a gentler tone. She stares up at me unblinking.
"Thank you," she mutters, and I almost didn't hear it. I rip a strip of cloth of a t-shirt on the floor and wrap it around her cuts carefully. Her breaths come quickly and shallowly. I offer her a glass of water but she refuses.
"Finnick, I'm okay. You can leave now," she says briskly. I feel a pang of sadness.
"You have to promise me that you won't hurt yourself," I say. She nods and looks away.
"I'll see you tomorrow Annie."
She just walks away. My heart feels heavy, in a way it has never felt before.
Annie's POV
I examine the cotton cloths on my arms and remember the fiery bursts every time Finnick grazed my skin. I think about what Finnick said to me. I don't think you understand how much I care about you Annie! Every memory I've had seems hazy except for that one. Crystal clear, I saw passion in his beautiful sea-green eyes. Maybe he does love you, a little voice chants in my head. It seems so ridiculously impossible though.
My thoughts are interrupted by the garage door opening. I lock myself in my room so my dad doesn't see my arms. I feel so guilty that I did not even think about him before deciding to kill myself.
"Annie! I'm home," my dad says from downstairs.
"I'm upstairs doing homework," I lie. I stare at the quote on the ceiling: "Think of all the beauty that is still in and around you." I think of my father, and of course, Finnick.
**NEXT MORNING AT LUNCH** (how are y'all enjoyin the story? ;) kay bye)
I don't have the appetite to eat anything. Looking around at all my fellow classmates, it is the perfect opportunity to remember my past. When my mother was murdered I fell apart. Not to sound cliché, but she was my very best friend. I didn't want anyone else but my mom. I was hysterical. I was committed to a mental institution after I thought I saw my mother's murderer. Turns out he was actually an innocent stranger that I beat unconscious.
I knew I was not crazy. I was lonely and afraid. Ever since I was allowed to go back to school, the kids started calling me crazy Annie. Or, the psycho girl. My friends Johanna Mason and Rue never talked to me again. I think they still are disgusted of me.
"Hey Cresta," I hear a familiar voice drawl, knocking me out of the flashback. I turn to see Finnick holding an osiria rose. He leans in to tuck the stem into my hair, and I realize he smells like a fresh, salty ocean breeze. Finnick smiles, but there is a hidden pain buried beneath his eyes.
"Would you like to go to prom with me?" He asks innocently,
"Are you going to ask me that every single day Odair? Is that all that matters to you?" I say teasingly. I am surprised with myself- I rarely ever have the guts to tease. He seems to enjoy this though.
"It's all that has been on my mind," he brushes an airy kiss onto my cheeks and walks away. My face flames up, and the corners of my mouth curl into a small smile.
*TIME PASSES TO SCIENCE*
Oh God. All I can think about is Finnick. I barely hear the teacher say," Annie, please get 2 beakers from Ms. Mellark's closet." I stumble out of my chair and walk over to the next classroom.
"Ms. Mellark, do you have beakers?" I ask.
"Yes, it's in the supply closet," she replies. I open the door to find some couple making out. I look closer and realize…. No. Hell. Way. Finnick and Glimmer. You have got to be kidding me.
"Having fun Finnick?" I sneer. He nearly bumps his head on one of the shelves.
"I knew I couldn't trust you," I spit at him. I also knew it was too good to be true. Glimmer just looks smugly at me.
"And you know what?" I lean dangerously close into him," I don't give a damn. About you. Or your little bitch here." I stalk out of the room with 2 beakers, and my head held high.
Sorry about the language. It just expresses emotion a lot stronger xD Thank you so much for reading!
Finnick, Annie, and I say bye! 3
