a/n:

So hey guys. I'm in a sad mood. So imma write this chapter now so I can make it uber duber sad.

People suck.

Okay besides that. WWAAHHH. CRY. IM SORRY IN ADVANCEEEE. BUT DON'T WORRY. IT GETS BETTER IN TIMEEE.

Chapter 10:

Finnick POV:

It's been a week since I did the drugs again.

A week to get addicted.

A week of injections.

A week of freedom.

But everyday I still had to go back to Annie. And everyday, I felt worse. About the situation that she was in, but mostly about myself.

She began to get better. She wasn't completely speaking coherently, but she began to talk in her sleep, through her nightmares. First it was just whispers, and then it was screams.

Screams that said, "NO PLEASE!" or "DON'T!"

It was improvement, but I missed a lot of the times that it happened, so I could go to Justin's house and inject the Morphling into my veins. Relief at last.

After I was done and the drug had worn off, I would come home, and carry her out of her bed and set her on the couch. She would eventually wake up, and whenever I saw her piercing brown eyes, I knew what I had done was wrong. But I had to get away.

She finally began to eat her oatmeal when we set it out for her, and she began to put her hands in the water when I brought her to the ocean. She still had that dazed look that I had become accustomed to throughout the past weeks, but she didn't look so afraid anymore.

Once, as I was about to leave for Justin's house, I heard her whisper my name.

"Finnick."

She didn't seem afraid when she said that. She seemed. Like she was going to be okay. She sighed, and turned over in her sleep.

I was dumbstruck. I couldn't move, even though one of my legs and one of my arms were all the way out the window. I came back into the room, and sat next to her again, waiting to see if she would say it again.

"Finnick…" she mumbled again. I smiled, and touched her cheek. She sighed and pulled the covers tighter. I climbed into bed next to her, and never let my eyes trail away from her beautiful face.

I woke up to her screaming in my face. Her eyes were open, but unlike other times where she was looking off into the distance, they were looking right at me.

"Annie. It's me. Finnick. Don't scream. Please. Remember me?"

She shook her head and kicked and screamed trying to break free of the firm hold I had on her wrist. Her head banged on the wall behind her and she began to scream even more, blood flowing from the wound she had made from the wall.

Her eyes filled with tears, and I let her go to bring her downstairs so she could go to the hospital. She started to scream again and I could see her trying to form words. I ran to go get a wet towel, but stopped when I heard her voice.

"WHO. ARE. YOU?"

My eyes burned. I didn't know how to answer her. I didn't know who I was just as much as she did.

But I whispered to her, "I'm Finnick."

She shook her head again. "No."

Then she collapsed, her hair slightly red from the gash that had developed on her head from the wall. And that's when Mrs. Cresta finally decided to show up. She looked in horror at her broken daughter.

"Finn. Go get me a towel, so we can bring her to the hospital."

But I couldn't move. I was numb. She didn't know who I was. She never would. I couldn't do this anymore. I stood there for awhile, just staring at the girl that Mrs. Cresta was trying to pull up off of the ground.

She was broken. Broken beyond repair.

Mrs. Cresta noticed my expression, and she grew angry.

"Fine, Finnick. Don't deal with her anymore. She isn't yours to deal with. You can't handle it. Don't think I don't hear you every night, sneaking out to go to that good-for-nothing Justin Dugley's house to go get high off of DRUGS. I know. But I let you go anyway, and do you know why? Because some people have different ways of dealing with things. But this is it. You cannot come here anymore. She isn't your to "deal with" anymore. Leave my house. Never come back."

I looked at her. At my Annie. Mrs. Cresta was holding her tight to her chest and looking at me with regret and no pity whatsoever in her eyes.

I nodded my head slowly and walked down the stairs. It was a miracle that my legs didn't give out on me, but I kept my head high. It was the only way to go.

I walked out the door, and what a surprise. Snow had fallen. I looked back at the house one more time, and saw Mrs. Cresta holding Annie in her arms.

I turned the corner, and never came back.

Annie's POV:

Blood on my hands.

I was being swept away, through an ocean of blood, the trees were bones, swaying in the wind, about to crack. The blood surrounded me, and I noticed that it was also running out of all the pores in my body, surrounding me even more.

I was suddenly pulled under, and I looked down and it was the Career, bleeding out of his neck, and he had holes for eyes. Black holes.

He was smiling maniacally as he pulled me farther and farther down into the depths. I watched as I hit the bottom, and there was a mirror.

The head of Max was at the top of the mirror, and he was crying, and I tried to touch his face to make it better, until I saw my reflection and I began to run away, but the image followed me.

I was covered with blood, and I had holes for eyes too. My mirror self licked it's licked and laughed.

I closed my eyes to get away from her, and I saw someone's face in my head.

He looked beautiful- he had blonde hair and eyes as deep as the sea. The real sea, not the red one that I was in at that moment.

Suddenly his gorgeous eyes disappeared and he began to cry blood, and then he clutched my neck, and I woke up to someone shaking my shoulders.

It was Mom. It had been a week since I had hit my head and woken up from the long coma that I was in since the Hunger Games. I had woken up to my mother, and I I had known exactly who she was when I saw her.

The problem was, I didn't know who anyone else was besides Max and that Career I killed, because sometimes, I would get sucked back into the vortex in my brain and be pulled back there; to the killings.

Where he was killed, and I killed in return.

I had to struggle for a little bit, so I wouldn't get pulled back into the Hunger Games, so it took me awhile to form words. But Mom was used to it, so she was patient with me. For that I was grateful.

"S-sorry. About that," I managed to get out. "Bad… dream."

She nodded and sat down at the edge of my bed. "I know, sweetie. But they seem to be less frequent."

I nodded my head, but on the inside, I was shaking my head no. They were the same amount of dreams, I just didn't want to keep waking her, and so I kept quiet. The bags underneath her eyes were starting to worry me.

"I… saw his face… again…"

She looked sad. "You always seem to, honey."

"Wh-Who is he?"

I knew that she knew, just by the looks on her face when I mentioned him. But she wouldn't tell me for some reason. I sighed and got out of bed to eat breakfast.

Each day was the same. Wake up. eat breakfast. Go outside. Sit by the ocean. Try to figure out why that makes me feel sad and lost. Fail to understand why. Go back inside. Sit and try to watch the television, but end up zoning out. Eat dinner. Go to sleep. Nightmares. Wake up.

And the cycle continues. It was boring.

Then, suddenly, everything snapped into place.

I was getting so bored, just staring at the ocean that I decided to touch the shimmering light that made the blue waters glitter. I made sure to touch one of the sparkles, so I could see if it felt different from the rest of the water.

As soon, as I grazed the wetness, my head snapped back, and I was submerged in my own head again.

Faces went by through my line of vision. Voices. Some screaming, some just crying.

"Please."

"NO!"

"I love you. Come home."

And the voices kept badgering me until the visions came. It was me and that beautiful boy in my dreams, sitting in beautiful cherry trees, the pink flowers falling around his broad shoulders, and angular face.

I watched from afar as he brushed my hair out of my face and smiled at me. I had never seen so much love in that smile.

It switched to us sitting by the ocean, us both staring at the shimmering waters, until I spoke. This time I was close enough to hear the words.

"What are we going to do? This is the only time I get to see you. I miss you so much. All the time. I wish…"

He touched his lips to mine to silence me.

"We'll be okay, you hear me? I love you Annie, no matter what. We're going to get married one day, remember?"

It switched then to a dark room, with me sitting in a chair facing myself and his laying next to me. My other self was shivering and whimpering, clutching at the blankets.

He leaned over and somehow I heard him whisper, "Sh, sweetie it's gonna be okay."

He kissed my sweaty cheek and murmured, "I love you."

And with that, I awoke from my mind. I was immersed in the sand, my legs curled up, and my hands touching the cheek he had kissed. But all I could think of was one word.

"Finnick."

I remembered everything.

I needed to find him.

But where to look?

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Okay, so I lied. I'm sorry. The super duper sad one is next though, I swear!

BUT THANKS FOR THE REVIEWS! I love y'all!

And everyone reading should love AnnaMustache. She is the reason why I update so quickly.

And to reply to reviews:

AnnaMustache: Fanfiction is just magical that way. They delete spazzy letters. It's annoying. Just assume there's a ton at the end of all of my author's notes.

Emmathefart: Well, maybe that's why I'm so tall. Coffee's gross. And yeah, Finnick is a butt in this instance, but he's fucked up too! He had to go through the Hunger Games as well! And yep. Virtual mushrooms up da nose sounds like a good punishment. Also throwing goats at him! And virtual cookies and milkshakes are yummy!

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