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"Annie? Annie, wake up. Come one you have to stay awake."

I open my eyes to see a blurred Finnick. "Finnick." I whispered, I try to move my hand, but that one movement shutters pain down my arm. I groan.

"Annie." He sighs in relief.

"It hurts."

"You survived the Hunger Games Annie, you can survive this too."

I nodded.

"Come on, we have to get inside."

I nodded, again. Getting up, the pain in my traveling down my body.

I look back to see Adabia's father on the floor, Peacekeepers holding a gun to his head.

"Come on." said Finnick, nudging me.

I take a step, and everything is moving suddenly, I feel the floor get closer to my face. Finnick gets me by both arms.

I scream at the pain, but he lifts me up.

The last thing I remember is going through the door way, and hearing a fire cracker blow.

The next thing I see is a bright white light. For a second I think I must be dead, but my eyes settle to see the light is a lamp.

I sigh, the pain in my shoulder is not painful but tingling.

"Annie." says Finnick, coming to my side.

I smile.

"How do you feel?"

"Numb." I mumble, my eye lids wanting to shut.

"That's the morphing."

I nod. "They have morphing here?"

"Technology can be more than just electronic devises. It's science, which is what our medicine comes from. It's their specialty. Other then the Capitol, District Three has the greatest medical care."

"Oh." I say, my eyes closing for me, for a second. "Can you turn off the lights? It kind of hurts my eyes."

He nodded, and turned it off.

A breeze flows by, goose bumps appearing on my right shoulder.

I open my eyes, confused as I see my bare right shoulder. I don't have my dress on. Why is that important?

"The note." I whisper.

"What?" He asked.

"My dress where's my dress?" I ask him.

"Your dress?"

"Yes, damn it, Finnick. Can't you hear me?"

For a second he looks hurt then his face turns hard. "Last time I saw it Lavinia had it. She was going to throw it away. It's a lost cause."

My heart sinks. "No." I shake my head. "No, no, no, no."

"Annie? I think you should calm down."

"You don't understand Finnick.'

"It just a dress."

"No, it's not! You don't understand!"

"Then, help me understand!"

I shake my head, slowly. Then, calm myself down to think of a way to tell him that I can't tell him, now. "I wish we were back home, Finnick. I wish we could go to the swing set."

It would be a completely harmless comment to anyone over hearing; unless they know we're from District Four, where there's only one park.

Understanding, finally falls into his face. "Me too, Annie. Me too."

I sigh, shaking my head.

Now, I'll never know what was so important...

I look up at the ceiling. "Why are you here?" I asked, hoping he hears the underlying question. Were they watching?

"Mag's was here for a while but she got tired, had to go to sleep. I told her I would make sure you were fine."

I nodded. "How long was I out?"

"Just a couple of hours. The rest of the tour has been halted, until you woke up."

"Which is now?"

"We'll stay the night. Probably have lunch with the mayor then leave. It'll set it behind a day but that's not our problem. We asked if you could go home but Snow refused. Only because we have so few left."

I nodded. "Only Two and One, now."

"And the Capitol."

"Yeah, them too." I wish it did get canceled, though. I wouldn't have to see Skeeter's parents, whose daughter I killed in a worst way then Abadia. Her parent's probably want to stab me too.

"What did he stab me with anyways?"

"A sharpened stick."

I can feel my eyes grow.

"You had splinters in the wound but they got them out and you couldn't feel a thing, with the morphing."

"I still can't feel a thing."

"I guess that's a good thing."

I shrug. "Not really. I don't feel like me, I feel tired, dead. It's hard to explain."

"It's okay. Just go back to sleep, you haven't been doing that lately."

I nodded. "They keep me awake."

He nodded. "They keep me awake too."

"How do you keep it inside, Finnick? How do you forget?" I asked, tears coming to my eyes. Thinking back to Tal, my grandmother, my parents, Whim, Anise.

"You don't forget. You keep it close to you... You keep them close to you and you keep them alive inside of you."

I nodded, tears falling down my face. "How can you bare it though?"

"Instead of focusing on what you lost, focus on what you have."

"Sometimes, at anytime, like now, it really hits me. What I've really done, and it won't go away. I'm just so sorry. I don't know what to do anymore."

"It's okay, Annie. Everyone feels that way after the Games."

"It hurts so much, Finnick." I whisper, the hole in my chest becoming unbearable.

He holds my hand. "I know. And you'll get through it, I know you will."

"I can't control it, that's the worst part. I think I can but I can't. I can't control when it really hits me, and I hate it. I've never broken down in front of someone like now! Never! And now-"

"Annie, calm down."

My heads beginning to hurt, the more I cry. I can't breathe. "Why? Please, make it go away. Make it go."

"Annie." He squeezes my hand.

I look at him, stormy scared sea green eyes. He wipes my tears away, and whispers. "It'll all be okay, I promise."

I squeeze his hand back. "Please stay." I whisper. "Please."

"For as long as I can."

This isn't what I want, he knows it, but it's the best he can do. It is all he can do. He won't lie to me, and say forever, because that's not true. Forever is impossible, we all know that. For as long as he can, though? I'll accept it, because I have no other choice.

"Thank you." I tell him.

He smiled, a sad half smile. "I'll tell you a story. How about that? So, then you don't think about it anymore."

I nod, feeling like a child, but accepting.

"Once long ago there was a very ugly girl with mousey brown hair, small brown eyes, and a proportional nose."

I smiled.

Of course he would do this. I think.

"She was poor, and skinny, not in the good way either. She had no talent, she couldn't sing or dance or cook right. She wasn't someone who boys particularly like. But she had an open heart, and she actually cared for people. Really cared for people, so much that she would take her shoes off for someone she didn't know, and give away her last piece of bread no matter how hungry she, herself, was.

"The day she turned eighteen, she was left out on the street."

"Why?"

"She was an orphan and when you're eighteen you have to leave the Community Home. You know this, Annie. Anyways, back to my story. Now, she officially alone, homeless, and starving when a couple found her crying her little eyes out. They would let her stay in their home for five days, no more and no less, for her to find work. After those five days she had to leave. So, the girl had no other choice but to leave with the couple. They fed her, and gave her clothes. The next morning she woke up bright and early, and she cooked for them, soon leaving to find work. With a scarf around her face because they lived in District Twelve and it's always ridiculously cold there."

"If it District Twelve wouldn't she be in the coal mines?"

"No. This is my story let me tell it."

"Okay, I'm sorry."

"So, on the fourth day the girl was starting to get scared, but she found a job! And it was in the mines."

I narrow my eyes. "Really?"

"Shhh. In the dark freezing cold of the mines she met a breathtakingly handsome guy. With awesome brown hair and amazing green eyes"

"Were they sea green?" I ask with a smile.

"No, they were... Okay, fine, he looked a lot like me but a little dull because no one can look like me. Anyways, Annie if you want me to finish the story you won't interrupt."

"Sorry. Wait, I have one more question. Is the girl me?"

He smiled. "No, but she has your heart."

I could feel my face turn red, and he went on.

"So, with a scarf always on her face, the helmet, and the darkness, the boy never really saw the girls face. The more they got to know each other, the more he saw her kindness he slowly started to fall for her. But being ridiculously handsome she knew she had no chance, so she kept her face hidden. One day, he finally wielded up the courage to ask her if they could see each other out of the mines and she couldn't stop herself from nodding.

"That day passed him on the street without her scarf and he looked right by her. Of course that wasn't his fault but it just reminded her that she wasn't anything like him. She was scared of rejection and didn't go.

"After that she tried to avoid him but he wouldn't take that. They screamed at each other, arguing back and forth. Finally, she told him why she didn't come and took off her scarf. At first he did nothing but then he laughed. 'That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard, don't you see that I don't care?' He told her, then kissed her on the cheek... That sound made the mine cave in and killed them. The end!"

"Finnick!" I say in a really loud tone because of the shock.

"What? That's how the story goes." He shrugs.

I narrow my eyes.

"Fine. They lived happily, forever."

I smiled, then I close my eyes and just feel the warmth of his hand. His pulse silently beating under his skin. He rubs my hand slowly with his thumb, and I smile.

"Goodnight." He whispers.

"Goodnight, Finnick."

This is all I can have from him and I will take it for as long as it's given.

After lunch we leave for District Two. My arm is in a sling so my left shoulder doesn't have all the weight of my arm. It's wrapped up tightly and will have to be changed when we're in the Capitol.

Finnick and I keep our distance again. Not even looking at each other infront of everyone.

Finally, after four maybe five hours on the train it stops for a refill. I couldn't stay there anymore I needed real fresh air.

"I'll go with you." said Lavinia, she's been distant or maybe it's just me. Probably just me since she throw away the note.

We walk into the trees, and as soon as we're out of sight she stops.

"I don't believe it."

"Believe what?" I ask, confused.

She digs in her pocket and gives me a paper with dried blood on it.

My blood from where I got stabbed. The only paper on me was the note.

"You read it." I whisper.