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Part Six

June 12, XX72

To my dear savior, Finnick,

I hate myself for what happened to you yesterday.

I will never live it down, I'm so sorry.

I am so sorry that you were slashed for interfering with Julius's punishment for me. Thank you so much for stopping him for slashing my back, but my back still stings with the brutal scars I earned yesterday. It's my entire fault that you were hurt, and I can't believe you risked your life to help me. I'm so sorry your left eye was slashed by accident. Does it hurt? Oh gosh, I nearly got you killed! I'm ever so sorry, Finnick.

I would have come by this morning but this Capitol woman answered the door and scolded me, I ran home crying and, I'm still crying. I don't know how Julius found out it was me. All I did was come home to find him in my living room; the house was colder than usual though and I knew that something bad was going to happen.

There were no glowing people to scare me so I suppose that was meant to be a sign.

"Hello Miss Cresta," He greeted me, he sat in the middle of my living room. "Nice drawings," He pointed to Fiske's bloody plans. I felt as if my heart was tearing through my chest as I stood there, my feet were frozen. He was so scary, Finnick. "So, where is my head?" He asked me.

I didn't get it, Finnick, he said his head. It was on him. "It's on you isn't it?" I had replied him softly as I was frightened for my life. He stood up and laughed but then he punched me in the gut. I yelped as I dropped to the ground. It was like the arena all over again. Pain and more pain.

"Don't play stupid, little girl." He grabbed a handful of my hair as he lifted me off the ground. I felt weak and scared; I could feel my eyes pouring with water. It had hurt so badly, Finnick. So much of my hair was yanked out; I can still feel the bald patches he left on the surface of my skull. "I know you took it, you sneaky little snake." He snarled before he placed his fingers between my cheeks and squeezed them painfully. His nails broke my skin as my blood had begun trickling down my face.

"I didn't do anything wrong," I cried back at him.

Julius snarled as he squeezed my cheeks even tighter. He had left a deep cut on my face, but the doctor said it would recover."So you won't talk, huh?" He whispered into my ear.

Before I had known it, Finnick, Julius had dragged me into the town square and had begun slashing me. I don't know how long it was before you came because the doctor told me I fainted but thank you so much for saving my life. I woke up this morning as the doctor told me I was getting stronger since I didn't go into a coma this time. But I owe you, Finnick.

You saved me from dying and brought me to the doctor, so thank you.

If you ever need anything, please don't be afraid to ask. But what will you do now with the Hunger Games coming so soon, your stylist and admirers will hate me for scarring you face, Finnick. I'm really sorry, I know I've written it already but I do mean it.

Many your pain be gone very soon.

From Annie

June 14, XX72

To my dear friend, Finnick,

Thank you for forgiving, thank you so much. I would also like to thank you for replying so quickly, and I'm glad to know that the Capitol has a doctor waiting for you to fix that eye of yours, may the odds honestly be in your favor and may District 4 have another Victor.

I am ever so sorry for dragging you into everything, please forgive me.

I really do need you around, Finnick, so please come back soon and safely.

I need you.

From Annie

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