Finnick POV

I could hear Peeta crying something but my mind was stuck on Annie.. I know since I am not a mentor I have no chance of saving her and I have to lie helpless here. All I want is to not see her die, I don't think my mind could take anymore.. First Mags then ... I can't.

Lost in my thoughts, I am brought back by the sound of Katniss gasping, I turn to the screen to see what she had reacted to. And then I see it... Those sea green eyes crashing down her face on her last breath. Her delicate hair blew in the wind as she hit the ground, "Annie..." I cried. I reach out to grasp her but am ledr empty handed.

Her eyes began to sparkle and she mouthed my name. Every being in my body was shot by this image of her dying. I was suppose to keep her safe, she was suppose to keep me alive. She had so many plans. I kept repeating her name as her eyes danced emptily across the screen. The glass around me shatters to my touch, my knees forget how to stand, the ground under me cracks at my touch and my cries have never been so hysterically painful. It should've been me in there dying, this is my fault. I destroy the rope because it's touch reminded me of her getting me through tough nights, I do not deserve this rope unless it is to kill myself with it. I can feel another piece of glass shatter against me in my self-inflicted rage.

It's as if I am Annie, watching the images of my life flash by. The mast of a boat, a silver parachute, Finnick laughing, a blue sky, a knot in a rope, waves kisses the shoreline, Finnick saying I love you. Then it is over. I watch the crane pull her away and I look up in a hopeless empty sigh; picking up the brunette whisky from the cracked table and drinking it all until it is just as empty as me.

Katniss POV

I am shocked the moments that have just unfoleded and I do not know how to approach him.. No one does. Everyone is quiet, Flavius is crying silently as am I. Suddenly, we hear a crash.

The glass of the bottle lies around finnick's bloody arms, "God I didn't miss the bitter taste of this shit.." he moans.

"Finnick!" he turns, somewhat hollow and questionably,

"What?" he makes circles with his pools of blood on the floor as tears dilute his drawings.

"The whisky.."

He glances into my eyes with a half smirk, "Oh that? Well, long story short: I use to be a drinker and I was so consumed by it until she gave me a rope instead with some bullshit story about how it symbolized some kind of hope we had in our lives. I quit for her as soon as I mentored her but seeing her die now..." he mumbled until it turned into a silent cry. He hid his face on the floor.

Suddenly, a canon goes off. His face shots up in a trance of shock and quickly paces into the bedroom mumbling her name. I look toward Haymitch as I follow silently behind, "Scream for me if anything happens to... Them."

Haymitch nods.

I enter the bedroom, it is pitch black. I can see the light of the hallway shine on glass bottles on the bed and cracked on the floor... I try to count them all as the light shinning off one in Finnick's hand. He drank so many bottles in such little time, I tap his shoulder, "Fi-"

Suddenly he screaming not to touch him and I am thrown into the bed. He turns to see me and crawls over my body, shaking, looking at me deeply in the eyes, "She didn't even try to fight back Katniss.."

"She saved them from Gale and the others... I will never forg-"

"Gale?" he mumbles, repeating his name in a tick like trance, suddenly he becomes serious, "I'll fucking kill him myself if he wins." he laughs, "Gale is not one of us, he never was." I slap Finnick to snap out of his but it just darkens his trance until he is over me, grasping tightly on my wrists. The smell of his breath and the slurr of his words make it hard to understand why he is doing this, "Katniss! Don't you see? He is a mutt... Mutts have to be eliminated... They kill everything in their path.."

"Finnick stop!" I say. He is delirious, he should not compare Gale to a mutt.

He begins to cry as he positions himself over me, "You think Gale ever told them to stop? No!" He cried as he ripped through my clothing to violate me, "No one ever stopped him? Why should I stop? What will I lose?" He has gone mad.

The poor mad boy from District 4.

"Finnick..." He ignores me and covers my mouth as he slips himself inside me, he keeps his hand over my face to avoid anymore spilling of emotions. I flinch because this is the first time I realize this persona is not an act like before. He bangs fortuitously inside of me, disregarding my fight back. I try to move to make any kind of sound for help but he kept me muted,

"Stop resisting," he slurrs. I feel him push deep inside me and I let a few tears fall down my face. Suddenly, he looks at the tears and pulls out as if flame ignited, "I'm not like this.." he mumbles, he then gets up; letting me go, and then proceeds to move from the bed to the corner of the room, carrying another bottle with him, "I'm sorry.. I-I can't think straight. I forget how numbingly-numbing this stuff is.." he coughs and then lightly sips more of the liquid while falling to the floor, beginning to black out he mumbles her name and stares at the ceiling.

I want to help but I know none of my words can heal him right now and I promised to help, "Don't forget our promise." He chokes out a scoff and an of course as he lets the tears run down his face while the alcohol temporarily put him to sleep.