Sitting by yourself waiting to be punished for knocking out a peacekeeper whilst in torturing is not fun.

I shuddered as I heard a piercing, bloodcurdling scream. Johanna. How loud must she have had screamed? I could never even hear shouting from right outside my normal cell. Trying to distract myself, I figured Finnick would be going insane, tearing down walls trying to find me, seen as he wasn't dead when I last knew two days ago. But people can die in two days. People can die in a second and there were 172800 seconds in two days. 172800 chances for him to die since then. Everytime I tried to distract myself, it resulted in the usual horrific thoughts, and the scary reality that anything and everything could happen. An unusually small man slowly snuck into the room "Cresta, you're free to go." What had the peacekeeper just said? I can go? "Go to... Where?" I shakily answered "Home, Annie." He gently smiled. "To Four?" I hastily stood up. "To Four." He reassured me with his caring smile. "Finn." I whispered to myself, blown away by what I had just been told. Then I began to run. I ran straight past the door, past the now smiling and at ease guards. Past the unlocked gate and the torn down, giant posters of President Snow. Past the silent scanners, into the bracing fresh air. My wounds were aching and my stomach was flipping but I didn't care; I was going to see my Finnick.

I opened my eyes, anticipating my view of freedom but it never came. My eyes came into view of mags lying dead, entirely covered in giant, swelling burns and pustules. Tarsis head was being kicked around the floor by Candee. Lysander was being repeatedly whipped by a peacekeeper in their shiny, white uniform. Aria let multiple bullets puncture her head and neck as the muscular midget peacekeeper shot at her. Six ghastly Capitol women amorously wrapped themselves around Finnick, provokingly touching him up, running their bony skeleton fingers across his biceps and chest, whilst Snow sat on a throne, grinning a degenerative smile, occasionally exchanging knowingly glances at Finnick. My breathing got heavy as my legs gave way and I shriveled into an unwanted mess on the prison doorstep. No one bothered to even acknowledge me. I made undesired whining noises as the tears rushed down my face and I clutched my knotted, greasy hair pulling huge clumps of it from my skull.

Finally the forced hallucinations faded and I was back to reality, laying strapped to a table, needles sticking from all angles of me. A flash back began to commence.

-2 Days after Annie was crowned Victor of the 70th Hunger Games Annie 17, Finnick 17-

I staggered up to the bay by myself, trying to keep my thoughts as normal as a newly mental girl can make her thoughts. Finn sat on the rock where we first kissed, skimming stones in the water, occasionally running his fingers through his beautiful hair. I stumbled over my own feet and my ugly clumpy shoes made a scraping noise. I could tell Finnick didn't recognise me at first, he had to stare for a while. I pulled my sleeves over my hands and didnt utter a word. I must've looked a mess to him; I was wearing a lilac dirty cardigan and a long blue skirt and running shoes, my hair was unbrushed and out of its usual low pony tail. He ran to me, with outstretched arms. "Annie!" He flung himself at me, kissing my cheek. "Annie, I'm so proud of you." He half-smiled his cheeky half-smile. "Annie?" He held both my hands in his big warm ones. "Say something, An?" But I just couldn't say anything. He shook his head slightly but walked me to our rock and sat me down. "Finnick, help me." I whispered as the tears took over. "Annie, it's okay, it's over now." He tried to hug me but I shoved his arms away from me, making him scrape his face on the rough edged rock. A perfect blood droplet dripped from his cheek bone area and splattered onto my skirt, making me cry harder. "Annie, whats got into yo-" "SHUT UP, JUST SHUT THE HELL UP. IM MAD FINNICK, GET OVER IT." I intercepted him, making me bawl into hysteria again. Seeing a small crowd of fishermen and women form near us, I became over whelmed with anger. "GET LOST, ALL OF YOU. GO ON." I screamed to them. Finn's finger raised to my lips, telling me to sh. My breathing immediately slowed, calming me down. "Lets go." He whispered and held my hand, leading me back to his house in the victors village and we never uttered a word throughout the trip there. My stuff had already been moved into his mansion and even the framed photograph of my late mother was leant against the fireplace. "Annie, I can move it all into your house or Mags will move in with you, she won't mind. And I can ev-" I cut him off again, this time with a kiss.