11: Insanity.

"No!" I choke "Please, please don't, hurt me hurt me instead!"

"Annie, don't say that!" Seger says desperately. I'm thrashing against the grip of Cartier around me wildly, trying to get out. Aziah is still tracing a line round Seger's neck, pressing in every time he resists causing a bead of rich, scarlet blood to appear. After several blood beads have emerged from his neck he gives up, and I start shouting things uncomprehending even to me. I get elbowed roughly in the ribs several times, causing my cries to shift to a high pitched whimper, especially when I hear the crunch of one of them.

"I think now is the perfect time" Aziah smiles evilly. He places the blade at Seger's neck and presses. He flinches slightly as blood appears and I gag. He presses more, more blood, more wincing, and more gagging. He presses more, more blood, now hissing, and more gagging. He presses more, more blood, now gasping, and now shrieking. The heavy gash in Seger's neck is oozing blood and I watch it, wide eyes as plates with horror as Seger breathes heavily in and out. Aziah raises the knife, and Seger looks up at me.

'Look after yourself' he mouths. The knife is higher; higher, higher, higher.

"NO!" I screech as the blade comes down with incredible force and the grinding sound of flesh on metal whips through the air. I flail recklessly and end up kicking Cartier in the thigh. He curses and he lets go of me, and I close my eyes, but not quick enough to miss the head of my District partner falling to the ground, eyes glazed and mouth tight in the clutches of death.

I turn and jump.

I jump off the mountain face, and I'm rolling, tumbling, and rolling, falling, tumbling down, down, down, down the mountain, limbs in awkward angles and skin bruising as I crash and fall. I stumble to my feet, and run. I run to the only place I feel half safe here; the beach. After a while of frantically sprinting I reach it. I fall onto the sand, clamp my hands over my ears, squeeze my eyes shut and scream. Oh god, I scream. I scream nonstop for at least an hour when my voice cuts off, when I just resort to silent shrieks. I scream everything out of me, every feeling, emotion, thought, and life is screamed away, gone. Gone, gone, and gone, forever, and ever, and ever. When there is nothing left to scream away I turn to crying. I sob hysterically through closed eyes, gasping and choking on the air. I pull my hands violently through my hair, tearing out large clumps. Night has long gone when I stop, and morning has begun to rise. The sun is beautiful, the only nice thing on this wretched Earth. I keep my hands over my ears but open my eyes, and am met with a sight I don't want to see. Blood. Everywhere. Scarlet absorbing into the sand as the red water ripples on the lake. The sky is oozing and dripping blood, and people are sitting with me, they're covered in blood too. It stains their torn up clothes, runs down their peeling skin, and hangs off their matted hair. I choke, wretch and gag, bringing up all the food I've digested in a while, I go until there's only bile left. Good, more life gone.

They want to kill you Annie, tell them to. A voice. A strange voice.

"Kill me, kill me, kill me kill me kill me kill me" I mumble "Kill me. Kill me. Kill me. Kill me. Kill me! Kill me! KILL ME!" I scream. Closing my eyes tightly shut again.

Yes, tell them to kill you, Annie. They want to. They're trying to. Stop fighting. Let them.

The soft voice is talking to me. I don't want to be talked to.

"Leave me alone!" I screech.

No, Annie. I can't. Not until someone kills you.

"WELL KILL ME THEN!"

I hear something hit the sand and fumble blindly around. I feel the cool metal of a parachute, one of Finnick's parachutes. I manage to unscrew it and find the note, which I bring so close to my face any other sight is blocked.

Annie, darling, stay strong, it will all be over soon. It will. Remember what I promised you, you're coming out alive. I need you, you need me. Don't go, not yet.

-F

Finnick, Finnick. Finnick Finnick Finnick. I need to stay alive for Finnick. He needs me. He does. I pull the note away and look into the parachute- bread. Lots of it. I can't eat though. Not now. I put the bread down and hunch myself over and begin sobbing again.

The rest of the day goes like this:
Screaming, crying, shouting, voices, and hallucinations. Screaming, crying, shouting, voices, hallucinations, and food from Finnick. Screaming, shouting, voices, hallucinations, and crying. Then the whole process repeated. Again, and again, and again. The sky grows grey and stormy, and my hair whips around my head. I don't move, I can't. I can't do a lot of things now. I hear another parachute and open it.

Annie, remember what your favourite thing from home is, and what you used to do in it. Then do it, as hard and as much as you can. Get to high land, quickly.

-F

My favourite thing right now is death. But from back home it's Mari. But she is who, not a what. What, what, what. I hear a crack. It doesn't sound like a cannon, it sounds like an earthquake. I look up timidly and see a huge crack in the wall of the dam. The sea. My favourite thing is the sea. And you swim in the sea. You swim.

I just have time to piece it together when the whole dam wall collapses as if it was a castle of playing cards. I scramble back as a humungous; crashing wave comes sliding towards me. Sea, swimming, sea, swimming. The wave is nearer, and nearer, and nearer. Until it sweeps me up. I tumble and turn in the current, like you sometimes do if you're unfortunate enough to be caught in a large wave at home. I flap about, trying to find what way is up. I see a light and that must be it, I'm losing oxygen fast so I move frantically towards it and break the surface long enough to gasp a few breaths before I'm dragged back under. I hear 1, 2, Cannons boom as the dam water carries me. I swirl and twirl, spin and tumble. I can't find up anymore, so I close my eyes and let the water take me as my chest tightens and mind shuts down. I remember the thought of the noose on the train- must be a peaceful way to die, to just stop breathing.

Boom. A Cannon; the third Cannon. I know what that means.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, the Victor of the 70th Hunger Games, Annie Cresta!"

Victor. 70th Hunger Games. Annie. Hunger Games. Annie. Victor.

The wave stops abruptly, and I automatically end up floating to the top, my hearing is going and my mind is fading away, and I refuse to start breathing. I'm slipping peacefully away, I can feel a warm envelope of light surrounding me and pulling me up.

I'm sorry, Finnick. I'm sorry Seger. I'm sorry Mari. I love you all.

Suddenly I'm surrounded by frantic voices, and beeping of mechanics. I open my eyes slightly and see the concerned and analyzing faces of Capitol doctors watching me. I'm not dead.

No, you're not dead Annie. You didn't do what I said did you?

Go away.

You didn't die, so you're going to pay for it.

How?

Oh, you'll see.

"Kill me now then!" I shout. The doctors whisper something and I screech in protest as they jab something in my arm. I'm drifting off; maybe they have let me die. Hopefully they have let my die. Hopefully.

A/n-

Hi! Writing this chapter broke my heart :( To make up for no chapter on friday I'll try write 2 today! Hope you guys liked this, I think writing as the 'insane' Annie will be hard, but its a challenge! Please pick me up on any flaws cause I'll fix them!

-G :)