Chapter 9
Annie's POV
1 week later...
I groan as I sit up from the sofa. Today is the day that I move in with Mags. My heart floods with sadness, but I just can't trust Finn still. I gingerly touch the bandages on my head and wince as the memories flood back.
"Finn, I need you to-" I say bounding down the stairs. I look in shock at who's at the door. His snake eyes flicker up to mine, and I see evil humor in them. My prep team slams into me, and we all tumble down the stairs.
The rest of the memories are pretty foggy.
I sigh, and get up. I walk into the bathroom on the main floor and go to change my clothes. The ever-same flavor rises in my mouth and I race to the toliet and puke my guts up. After that I just dry heave for awhile. I shakily get up and walk to the sink. I brush my teeth, and stare the reflection in the mirror.
Ragged, wild hair with a huge white stripe along it. Sunken eyes, crazed with fear, hunger, and morphling. Hollow cheeks. Grey around the edges. No color at all. Skinny profile. Clothes hanging very loose on my shrunken profile. Chapped lips.
I sigh at my reflection, and wash my face. After I'm done, I walk out into the living room again. I decide I should gather my belongings, so I trudge slowly up the stairs. I reach my ex-bedroom and enter.
Breathing hits my ears, and I freeze. I peer around the wall, and see Finnick sprawled out on the bed, dead to the world. I tiptoe over to the drawer, and grab my clothes, jewlery, and headband. I put them in my bag, and tiptoe back out of the room.
I'm almost all the way down the hall, when the doorbell rings. I hear Finnick give a strangled cry, so I race down to the door, eager to get it before he does, because I'm certain, if he got there first, he'd never let me leave.
I open the door, and smile at who is there. Mags smiles up at me, with just a few teeth missing. She clears her throat, and looks behind me. I sneek a glance back and see Finnick up at the top of the stairs, with a wild look in his eyes.
I shake my head sadly, and nod to Mags.
We start to walk down to her house. I know Finnick is glancing at me out of his window.
But I don't look back.