Chapter 22
Annie's POV
I feel like throwing up.
Annie Cresta…
Damn you Finnick for not letting me drown!
I breathe deeply and start to walk up to the stage.
Two Peacekeepers come up to drag me to the stage.
When they touch my shoulders, I break.
I know I'm never going to make back home.
This is the end…
I start to shake uncontrollably, twitching and shrieking.
"I volunteer." Mags's garbled speech shakes me out of my stupor.
I stare at her, shocked, until the Peacekeepers drag me back to the gates, and drag Mags up to the stage.
"NO! MAGS!" I scream, trying to get to the elderly woman.
I know I'm on the screens but I don't care.
She shouldn't have to give up her life for me.
Not even crazy Annie…
I fight the Peacekeepers until they gag me.
Alina is staring at me in disgust, and then remembers that she's on live television and puts on a charming smile again.
"Now the Men!" She bubbles, walking over to the other ball.
I close my eyes, praying:
Please don't let it be Finn…
Please don't let it be Finn…
Please don't let it be-
"Finnick Odair!"