ack, I'm sorry guys. I've been meaning to have this up since Friday but with baseball my schedule has basically been to come home and sleep.
when you live in a nightmare,
it's written all over your face.
Thursday, I Am the Killer
He's being chased by a giant trident. No, it's twenty three giant tridents, each one being wielded by one of the members of the Hunger Games. Twenty three people who could have lived. Twenty three people with giant tridents who are dead because he is alive.
He screams. He can't stop screaming.
Cold fingers are suddenly on his face, his shoulders, shaking him.
"Finnick! Finnick!"
He's still screaming as he wakes up. He can't seem to stop until he catches sight of Annie. He shuts his mouth but then the tears come. She takes him into her arms.
"Shh... shh, Finnick, it's alright. You're safe. Shh..."
He sobs, burying his face in her collarbone. He shakes like a leaf as she rocks him.
He cries himself out until he can't anymore. Then he just leans against her and sniffles. Her hands rub calming circles on his back.
"Was it the tridents again?" She asks. He nods and pulls her closer. Five years later and he's still haunted by them. Five years later and he'll still forever be stuck in that arena.
"I thought you were going home," he says quietly.
"I fell asleep on your couch," she answers. "I heard you scream."
"Will they ever stop?" He pleads her, begging her to make them go away. But Annie doesn't make promises she can't keep.
"Probably not." Sometimes, he wishes Annie would lie.
"Stay with me tonight?" He asks. His voice is so pitiful.
"Of course I will."
They disentangle themselves and Annie burrows under the blankets. They wrap their arms around each other and she kisses him quickly on the lips.
"Go to sleep. You're safe."
He manages to get as close to possible to her without actually being on top of her. "Where would I be without you?" He mutters. She laughs.
"We don't need to worry about that."