Hey, so here's Chapter38! Sorry I didn't update last Saturday, but it got too late! I got a lot of requests saying to keep it together in one story, so that's what I'm going to do! So this story will be continuing for a long time. Again, sorry for the delay! But none of you had an anxiety attack (I hope), so no harm done! Lol, imagine the Mission Impossible theme song going on while Finnick was causing the earthquake/flood! Cracked me up! But that scene was supposed to have more of a sad theme… mixed with the "I have a purpose" stuff… Well, enough of the soundtrack rambles. I'm still working on my music for this story… just keep getting sidetracked by the actual story, which I should probably let you read now…
Imagine the horror of waking up alone in a small white room with no furniture except the bed that you are laying on. There seems to be no lights installed in the ceiling, instead the whole room is glowing. But then again, my vision is blurred.
You can't hear anything, you can't smell anything, and you can't feel anything. You try to move, but find that you can't even lift a finger. Then imagine memories of the most dangerous situation you have ever been in come flooding back to you. You look around and can't find anybody. You scream, but no one seems to hear you. You would consider the possibility that you are dead. That's what I'm doing.
I remember being paralyzed and then being pulled up into the sky. And now I'm locked inside of myself inside a cold white room, all alone. I can move my eyes, but nothing else. So I stare up at the ceiling, trying to make sense of it all. Eventually, I fall asleep. Then I wake and go through the whole process again.
After about seven times of the initial panic one goes through when they think they are dead, I gradually begin to remember waking up before. I try to see if anything changes from one wakening to another, but they seem to be the same every time. My necklace has been taken from me, which makes me grumpy towards the people who have me captive here. Even more so because I can't remember why I liked it in the first place, I can't even recall where I got it.
Slowly, I start to cramp up everywhere. After about an hour of this, my toes start to tingle, then the arch of my feet, then my heels, then my ankles. Gradually, the tingling reaches my knees and I can jiggle my toes, which have been left bare. Soon, it's just my head left tingling and I can move every part of my body below it. When I wake up again, all the tingling is gone and I can squirm against the new restraining belts have just been placed around me, tying me to the bed.
I think I remember a booming voice saying that I've won the Hunger Games, but the idea is so absurd that I dismiss it as a concussion talking. It's not until blue eyes tell me "that there are better things to fight for" that I start to believe the scary possibility. This idea knocks me into such a deep sleep that it takes me almost twenty minutes to remember what it was that made me go to sleep in the first place. Only after I have established this fact do I realize just how hungry I am. I can't remember the last time I've eaten anything.
"Food," I manage to croak out before I fall asleep again.
The next time I wake, there is a loaf of bread sitting on a table placed beside me. The table is also white, just like the room. I don't like the arrangement, but I eat the bread anyway.
Sometimes I have nightmares like the ones in the arena. I wake screaming, but there is always a voice in my ear when I do finally wake.
"Annie, are you okay?" it says to me. "You are safe, Annie. Wake up!"
I ponder over the voice's owner for many hours. After about an hour I am positive the voice is male. So I go through the list of men I know. My father. Caleb. David. Sam. Finnick. I cross off Caleb because he couldn't be talking to me because he's dead, and neither could David or Sam because they are also dead. Everyone I know seems to die. So that only leaves my father and Finnick. Somehow, I know that it's not my father. His voice was always strained, resigned. But this voice is full of hope. Full of youth and cautious care. It must be Finnick talking to me.
Slowly, my mind starts to pull up memories of him. At first, they scare me. I watch from District 4 as he kills people. He stabs a girl with a trident. Then a dozen more people get speared with it. Then I see him walking up to our house-boat holding flowers, a fishing rod, a box of candy, and something too small for me to see. Then we are sitting on a fountain. One of us is crying, or both of us; I can't tell. With a splash, he dives into the fountain and I hear myself laugh. I realize why I love the necklace so much when I see him putting it on for me right before I go into the arena.
Memories of a feeling penetrate me. It captures me with its strange qualities as I remember exactly just who Finnick is. His sea green eyes look down at me and I cry. I cry because there is another memory just waiting to be understood. It's one of Finnick, mouthing something as I am being pulled up into the arena.
He says, "I love you, Annie." and I'm not understanding. He says it again, but only now do I know what he said all that time ago.
Finally my eyes flutter open to see him sitting beside me in a room much different from the one I've been living in for who knows how long.
You already know she's crazy… you just didn't know how much! Since Katniss describes her as only a little weird in Mockingjay, I'm planning on her reaching that point sometime. But keep in mind that that's five years from now and that Katniss is a little crazy herself, so she wouldn't see Annie's craziness as really crazy because she's already half-way there herself. Did that make any sense? Feel free to review! Even though this was sort of a boring chapter… ahh sorry about that. Guess I'll just have to keep on writing after I post this. (:
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