A/N: In Annie's POV

Fade Away

Water is dripping down my forehead and is sprawled on the cool wood floor along with shards of glass.

"Mommy? Mommy?" I hear. "Daddy! Daddy!" He says scared.

I hear footsteps.

"What's wrong?" Finnick says frantically.

"Mommy." He whimpers.

"She's okay why don't you go to the play room."

"But Daddy what about Mommy."

"She's okay." Finnick says again and I think he kisses him.

"Okay."

"Be careful of the glass Nick." Finnick says and I hear the small steps of our son leave the room.

"Annie." I hear Finnick say gently. I feel a light kiss on my cheek. "Annie." He says again and brushes hair off my shoulder. "Ann." He says.

I make a whimpering sound and lean into him.

"It's okay." He says and kisses my forehead. "Do you want to go upstairs?"

I make a whimpering noise again.

I feel Finnick take my hand gingerly. He gets up and I feel cold from the loss of his heat.

He comes back and starts wiping my hand.

My vision finally comes back and I see water and the broken glass I threw in panic. I notice my hand is bleeding. I look at Finnick's careful fingers tending to my wound.

"You okay Annie?" He asks.

"I-I...

I let go of him and head to the sink and upchuck.

Finnick rubs my back. He isn't surprised because this happens after I have a freak attack. It happens almost all time now because I don't have them as much.

"You're okay." He whispers and kisses my forehead. He takes my hand and bandages it and kisses my cheek.

"Let's get you upstairs and you can lie down."

"Finnick." I whisper.

"Yes?" He says and runs his fingers through my hair.

I shake my head not sure of what I was going to say.

"I don't know." I say.

"Okay." He says and takes my hand. He leads me to our bedroom. "You should lay here for a few hours. I know it will make you feel better." He says as he has me lay in bed.

My voice is still caught in my throat but I'm only thinking of one thing right now.

"Finnick." I say softly. I don't think he heard me.

"Yes?" He says.

"I want to talk to him."

"Annie you should wait a little bit." Finnick says. I know he is right I can barely talk to Finnick all I want to do is rest right now. I can feel my clothes sticking to my body.

"But he needs me."

"Annie he's fine. I will talk to him and then in a few hours you can talk to him."

I sigh. I know that is the best answer I will get.

"Okay." I whisper.

"Do you want me to stay here until you fall asleep?" He asks.

I shake my head.

"No you should talk to him." I say.

"Okay." I say. "I love you." He whispers and his lips briefly meet mine.

"I love you too." I say and he leaves the room.

I grab his pillow and press it to my chest. I don't like this. Our son doesn't understand the concept of what happens or why I suddenly start screaming or become unresponsive. He's getting old enough to realize this isn't normal.

I'm not normal.

My grip on the pillow tightens. It doesn't happen often but it is still there. I think it always be just like the nightmares. The memories all of the victors want to forget.

We can all move on but we can never forget what happened. I so desperately want to.

I'm holding the pillow so tight that my knuckles are turning white.

I hate myself. I hate scaring my son.

I can feel a tear drip down onto Finnick's pillow.

Despite my feelings I end up closing my eyes.

When I open my eyes I see it has been a few hours. It's still light outside so I'm glad for that.

I walk downstairs and see the mess has been cleaned up. I also see Nick -my son- sitting at his little table coloring.

"Hi baby." I say and kneel next to him.

He puts down the crayon and hugs me.

"I love you."

"I love you too sweetie." I look at Finnick and smile. "Let's go for a walk sweetie."

"Okay?" Nick says confused.

I pick him up and head for the front door.

"Wait." He says.

"What?" I ask.

"Isn't Daddy coming with us?"

"No it's just gonna be you and Mommy."

"Okay." He says confused.

I wink at Finnick and he mouths I love you.

I walk outside with him in my arms.

"How are you feeling baby?" I ask.

"I don't know… Mommy are you okay?"

I nod and kiss his forehead.

"Yes."

"Why are we going outside?" He asks confused.

"You'll see sweetie."

We get to the beach in Victors Village. I sigh by the nice feeling of the sand between my toes.

I walk until we are right near where the waves come in.

"Mommy we're gonna get wet."

"It's okay sweetie." I say and kiss him.

I start to draw a heart in the sand with my fingers. I make it deep so the waves won't wash it say immediately.

"Okay Nick what did Daddy talk to you about?"

"That Mommy is safe and she loves me and Daddy can take care of you."

I nod. I'm sure Finnick said it more eloquently than that.

"Okay." I kiss his forehead. "I'm going to tell you a story sweetie."

"Okay." He says somewhere between confused and excited.

"A while ago everything was different and bad things were happening all the time."

"What kind of bad things?" He asks.

"So many it would take too long to explain." I kiss his forehead. "It damaged this whole beach but now it is better. The badness is starting to fade away."

"That's cool." He smiles.

"Yes. I think so too." I say and kiss his forehead. "But sweetie that took years. Daddy and I have bad memories." I say.

"Oh." He says sadly

"Look at this." I say and point to the heart I drew in the sand.

"It's a heart." He says.

"Yes." I say and kiss him. "Look." I say as the wave comes in and the heart starts to fade away. The waves come in a few more times before it is gone.

"It's gone." He says.

"It took awhile before it faded away. Those bad memories are taking awhile to fade away. They are almost gone but not quite." I poke his stomach and he giggles. "Sometimes things come back but Mommy is okay. Okay?."

"Okay." He smiles.

"I love you sweetie.

"I love you too Mommy." He says and kisses me. "I'm going to help you."

"You are." I smile.

"I want to make your bad memories go away. For- ev- er!" He shouts.

He stands up and starts to run in the wet sand before coming back to me.

"Mommy!" He says and I pick him up. "I love you and I'm glad you're okay." He says and smiles.

"I love you too sweetie. Let's to home." I say.

"We head back home and it is eventually Nick's bedtime. Finnick and I both tuck him in.

Finnick and I sit down on our bed and he holds me in his arms

"You okay Annie." He asks and smooths my hair.

"Yeah." I say and kiss him.

"He seemed fine after you came back. What did you tell him?"

"That somethings take time before they can fade away."

"That's true." He says and kisses me.

"I'll always love you though Finnick. I don't think that will fade."

"Well I sure hope not." He teases