Author's Note: Hey everyone, I am sorry for the short delay between updates, I have a terrible cold and spent the time since updating Ch.3 and this one asleep. So far it seems a few people like my little story here, which is more than I could ever have asked for and more than I have ever expected! Thank you to the few who faved and watched it for alerts! 3 And for the person who gave me a review! 3 I hope you enjoy this Ch.!

Dark Paradise

Florescent lights beamed down on me as I finally focused my eyes. I glanced around but I was in a pure white room; suddenly I grew scared as I recalled the nightmare that still clouded my head, still slightly hazed by sleep. I began thrashing violently but I met with the sharp pain in my wrist and the sound of a belt smacking against the metal arms of the bed…I had been restrained.

This did not help my panic, in fact I now begin screaming as loud as I can as I try and claw my way free. I don't understand what was going on or why I was here-where ever here may be- but one thing was for sure and that was that this is not a good place for me. This room reminded me of somewhere, a place in a memory I had long since pushed to the deepest darkest part of my mind. This room was like the one in the capitol that they had begun to torture me in.

'Can't ever escape us can you? Shadows are nasty like that dear Annie…wherever there may be light, there is always shadows.' The voice in her head spoke in a low amused sound, almost a growl of pleasure. "NO!" I hissed. "Get out of my head, get out, get out, get out!" But it didn't listen, it only began to hum a song that I once loved, now turned into a deathly lullaby.

'Panic all you want silly girl but the more you do, the worse it gets~' it purred. 'You know it, this is the place…this is the capitol Annie.' Now as I focused on the white lights above a dark figure manifested itself next to my bed. At first I was still as a dead woman, my nightmares have never really been this vivid in my waking hours…not so real looking or so clear sounding. 'It was all a dream Annie. Your still here, Finnick never saved you but he is dead. You son was a lie you made and Johanna is still trapped somewhere here as well. You will be dead soon.'

"Lies, you speak lies you…you monster!" I don't want this, I don't want it but the as I began to struggle I felt a cool sensation, as if suddenly ice was sent through my arm and into my veins. "No…" I mumbled as I looked at my arm blankly. The capitol was known for dealing with 'troublesome' patients this way; drug them till the no longer want to fight back.

This time my dreams were barren at best. I just sat in a light grey chair in a pure white room. No floor, ceiling, furniture…just me and the chair. I numbly hummed a song from long ago; the song Finnick taught me. Something about the water but mostly I just remember the melody, the words faded over time but the warmth it gave me at times has never dimmed.

I can't really think straight, assuming they are still pumping me full of that tranquilizer. Regardless my thoughts are set on what the shadow had said…all of it being a dream. Knowing me it was very possible. Burgh, it hurt so bad…all this conflicting information and feelings. 'Oh Finnick…what do I do?' I asked the empty space.

'Eat a sugar cube sweetie; it will make you feel better.' I mimicked something he once said. That man and his sugar; he always gave me one when I felt down or my mind began to slip…he had begun to carry them when I began slipping away more and more. After the games he always had a good box or more full of them and ready to share. He always said he liked them to much not to carry them but I knew all too well he was preparing himself to keep me sane as possible and for the most part it had work- well, enough to keep the darkness away but no matter what I began to drift away, my mind just blanking as I stared into the distance.

Heaving I sigh I looked around, there was still nothing here but this dang chair. 'There is no sugar cubes here Fin…you aren't here to give them to me.'

I began to lose track of how long I thought I was in my own dream room but it started to really irk me and then the shadows began to intrude, taunting me but never really entering the room. The light was far too bright for them; this was one of the few light parts I had left in my mind and I made sure to keep it as bright as possible.

Leaning my head back I closed my eyes, suddenly the darkness seeming calm and cool. I breathed deeply and at first it just smells warm and them it began to grow cool and thick with the scent of antiseptic.

I give a dry cough and open my eyes. My mouth is dry and I am very cold but I am back in the hospital with lighter restraints on my wrists, the kind that actually let me move my arms with limited range of motion, I can put the up and forward but I can't have enough to get off the bed without being stuck half on and half off.

"Ah Mrs. Odair, you are finally awake!" Chirped a cheerful voice from beside me where I assume the door was.

"Yes…" I saw dryly with another small cough. The woman, whom I assume is a nurse, sets down a small paper cup with water. Gulping it down in haste I quickly empty it and sigh in relief. "Where am I?" I finally ask, an undertone of worry edging itself into my voice. "Well Mrs. Odair, you are in the Capitol of course!" That is when my heart sank; could the voices really be speaking the truth? I grow cold again as an icy shiver creeps it away down my spine and suddenly I hear them again, the voices.

'See girl, you are exactly where you thought you were…now they will toy with you.' And with that, it fell silent for the first time in a long time. They want me to go insane from the panic all on my own. "Oh god…" I choked out a new panic beginning to set in. "Why…?"