Annie and Finnick now! Annie's just came back from her games, and Finnick comforts her. A bit soppy, but this is what my love-dovey romantic mind comes up with, so if you're into all that, I recommend this chapter. R&R…
She sat on the ground of the sand, watching the sea splash against the rocks. Her hair was loose and messy; she clearly hadn't brushed it for ages. She slowly rocked back and forth, and when I sat next to her, she didn't even acknowledge that I was there.
There had been rumours, yes, but I didn't believe them. Annie couldn't be mad! She had to be in there somewhere, and all I had to do was find her again.
I made no noise as I sat next to her, as I was afraid to startle her. I sat with her for hours just looking out to the sea until my eyes went blurry.
I could sense that something was wrong; by the way Annie started shaking uncontrollably, her eyes widening and pointing towards the sea.
"The fish. . . Finn, don't you see the fish! There coming to get me . . . help me, I'm, . . .fish are. . .," She started talking nonsense.
"Hush, Annie, you're alright, I'm here, I'm here." I pull her into a hug, but she shrieks and falls on the floor, shaking in jerky like movements, her eyes locked in some kind of trance as she stares up to the cloudy sky, unblinking.
I had to blink away tears from the corners of my eyes that were threatening to spill at any moment. What had they done to my Annie?
We sit until the stars have come out, and the sky has turned a velvety black.
Annie speaks, yes, but she mostly doesn't make sense. She goes on and on about the fish who want to kill her, she mumbles something about pearls and seagulls but the most heart-breaking of all was when she said-
"Who am I?" She whispered.
When I didn't answer she kept repeating it, louder and louder until she was practically screaming.
"You're Annie Cresta. You're favourite colour is blue. You love jelly-fish even though you've been stung by them countless of times. You hate sharks. You can swim as fast as me, and even faster at times. You hate the Capitol. I love you, and you loved me, before." I choke out.
Something that looks like recognition registers on Annie's face. She waits five minutes until she whispers "I still do, Finn."
And that's enough. Enough for me to know, that somewhere in there, there's a girl dying to get out. Enough for me to know that she's still here with me.
Enough for me to know that she still loves me. And that's all that matters to me.
I make a promise to myself, that I will find the Annie Cresta I know, and I vow to love her no matter how crazy or mad she can get sometimes.
Because she is still there, somewhere. Just trapped inside.
Like being in an arena. Which Annie and I are most familiar with . . .