Annie's POV
How is this even possible?
I mean, this is the boy I've been missing for months, who's baby is in me right now. In fact, I woke up with his arms wrapped around me, his chin resting on my shoulder.
So why don't I feel happy?
I found out that Beetee is still alive yesterday, when Finnick took me back to his house to see him. I was so relieved that I fell to my knees. And then I told Finnick I'm pregnant, and he already knew. Nothing to worry about there.
But I still feel sad.
Maybe it's the fact that Borris is gone. Maybe it's because I've been depressed for so long that it's not going away.
"Annie?" I hear Finnick mumble. "You awake?"
"Yes."
"Are you... Okay? You don't seem happy."
"No, no. I'm fine, Finn. Just a bit... Well I don't know." I roll over and face him. "I feel unhappy for some reason, even though you're here, and Beetee's ok. Maybe it's because Borris is dead because of me. I just..." I trail off, looking at Finnick's sea blue eyes, searching for an answer. All I see is confusion.
"You're going to have to face the fact that deaths can't be undone. I'm here, you have a baby, we can start a new life!"
He looks hurt, now.
"Okay." I whisper. He smiles slightly, still hurt, and gives me a kiss on the cheek before rolling out of bed.
I follow after a few minutes, changing into a white sundress. Finnick slept with me in my bed last night, leaving Beetee and John to themselves in the other house.
That's another thing I'm confused about. How could all these people I've thought were dead be alive Beetee, Finnick, John Everdeen...
What will Katniss say when she see's all of this?
I walk down stairs slowly, finding Dwayne and Finnick engrossed in a lively conversation. Dwayne sees me coming down.
"So Annie!" He greets me. "This is the boy you've been crying over."
Finnick looks at me tenderly and grins.
"Yeah." I manage a faint smile. "He's alive after all."
"Breakfast?" Dwayne asks, holding out a plate of eggs and bacon.
"No, thanks." I reply. I'm not hungry, even though I haven't eaten since yesterday morning.
"Annie, I think you should eat something." Finnick says slowly. He pulls me closer, holding my hand. "You're too pale."
"No, I'm not." I say, slightly with anger. "I'm just not hungry."
I stalk out of the kitchen, tears blurring my vision. What is wrong with me? I have Finnick back, for goodness' sake! I should be jumping for joy.
I'm a bad person, I realize with a start.
Finnick's POV
Dwayne glances at me when Annie stomps out. I shrug, as if it's nothing.
But there is something very off about Annie.
I don't know what it is. She doesn't even seem happy to see me. She's depressed beyond the point of return. I need to help her.
"I think she's depressed." Dwayne comments, voicing my thoughts. "Like really depressed. Deep sorrow. I don't know why."
I nod. "I think it's because of everything that's happened. Trauma, seperation, near-death, all of that."
But I need to help her.
Shortly after Annie leaves, I hear a knock on the front door.
"Greasy!" I greet the old woman, throwing the door open. She smiles at me.
"I've got some news from 'strict 13. Katniss's returnin', she's not in good shape. Depressed 'n deeply sad 'bout l'il Prim."
"Oh, is she?" I ask. "I think Annie's in the same state. It's really not good."
Greasy nods. "She'll be here t'night, I think. 'Bout 10 or 11."
"Okay."
I return to the kitchen, just in time to hear the phone ring. "Busy morning." I mumble.
Gerry picks it up. "Hello?"
He listens for a minute, and then his face goes pale.
"Where?" A pause. "Oh no..." He drops the phone, and it clatters to the ground.
"What is it?" I ask in fear.
"Borris' body was found near 13." He says, his eyes shining with unhappy tears. "I was hoping that he was somehow still alive but..." His voice trails off as he looks behind me. I turn, to see Annie standing there. Her face is pale, her mouth open in shock.
"H-he's dead?" She asks, her voice trembling.
I run to her. "Annie, listen to me. You knew he was dead, remember? You knew that there wasn't really a big chance of him being alive."
"But... But there was still a chance." She whispers. She bursts into tears, and runs out the door.
"Uh, Finnick?" I hear Dwayne say.
"Yeah?"
"She told me the other day that she used to have... Dangerous thoughts."
"Dangerous?"
"Suicidal."
"No..." I say. "She wouldn't-"
But she would, I realize. She would do that.