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"I won't say a word." She said. "But I don't believe it." She left me shell-shocked in the woods and had to run to the train.

Lavinia was true to her word, she said nothing to anyone, and soon we were in District Two.

I had really had nothing to fear because, as it turns out, Skeeter didn't have any parents or siblings that wanted to kill me. She was an orphan just like me. That made me feel five times worst.

As we went on our final destinations, I remembered how greatful I should be to have had my grandmother and Rhyal. I have Haven, the girls, and Mrs. Mills. Now, I have Sora and Finnick. I'm not alone and not everybody has the same luck as me.

Soon, were on the train that stops at District Four and life has to go back to normal. But I still have the note burning in my pocket, Finnick and I still have to keep our distance even though it feels impossible, I still have to deal with three young girls. Life, for me, will never be normal.

I keep the note in my pocket, still. Not reading it because it wasn't safe enough, yet.

For having to deal with the girls, I didn't have to do anything really. They had to grow up alone, just like me, and had to learn how to do things by themselves. They are quiet respectful girls that do what they're suppose to without a question.

Rhyal decided to go back to work, with a nudge from me (though he would call it a shove.)

They all go to school in the morning. Then, both Petal and Rhyal go work. Marina and Sapphire come at three, always at the same time together. Mostly Petal and Rhyal come around eight o'clock.

Marina has come a long way actually smiling when someone says a joke around me. I think that might be the most I'll get from her, and that's completely fine, at least she's here safe. Just like I promised Tal, they are safe.

Sora comes every once in a while but she has school and work so she doesn't really have time to visit me. With my wound I didn't really want to go anywhere either, so I just relaxed as much as I could. Soon, that was completely healed but the routine didn't change until after two weeks a note appeared at the foot of the door.

The park. 10:00.
-Finn

The rest of the day, I was nervous. I ended up cleaning the house.

After everyone was in bed and time had gone by I snuck away with the note in my pocket. Finally, with the small flashlight in my pocket, I could read the rest of it.

I sit at our tree, since I arrived before Finnick and start to read it from where I left off.

Whim had to write to me, to tell me everything. An informant for the silent rebellion had told them that there were rumours going around that the Capitol that The Hunger Games are not by chance. Not at all. Those who, themselves or family, have showen rebellious acts get picked, and the odds against them to win is ridiculous. It's less productive in Four, Two, and One, but it still happens. They pick one to win and usually that one has a good looks and obidence on there side. Why good looks? Because they sell Victor's for high prices to those in the Government (Gamemakers, Stylest, and even the Presidant). Sell how? 700 dollars for one night with a Victor and they have to do whatever the Officals say, all they want is the Victors body. Your friend Finnick is one of those who they profit off the most. I'm happy dying has speared my Whim from that fate. If you haven't seen this yet, you'll see it soon. I promise.
~Elica

I stare at it for a second, confused. I already knew that they sold Victors bodies for unorthodoxed things, everytime I think about it I have to wonder if I'm next. But actually going through all the Citizen of Panem, and picking the ones with the rebellious families. That seemed so odd. Why would they go out to great lengths? When everyone is in fear already? There's no point. What do they expect us to do when those who say one thing get whipped fifty times. Still though, I wouldn't put it beyond them. If it's true though, then, what did I do?

A crunch of leaves startles me, I turn quickly. "Finnick." I whisper.

He smiles. "Sorry."

I shrug. "It happens. What did you want me for?"

"Come on. I'm going to show you something." He said, going to the fence.

I stayed where I stood.

He turned back. "Are you scared?"

"No." I answer, following him.

"Good." He slipping through the fence disappearing into the dark.

I don't hesitate to disappear with him.

"Where are we going?" I ask.

"You'll see." He smiled, knowing that I thought that, that was annoying.

We walk through the dense forest together.

"It's a safer place for us to talk." He said.

I didn't have to ask what we had to talk about, I knew what it was.

After a while we arrived a beautiful white mansion. Vines and leaves covered the old house, half the paint peeling off. Boards of wood half off or broken. The windows were broken and yellow.

"Come on." He said, running to the poarch.

I smiled, running with him.

"Watch your step." He tells me, getting a hold of my hand.

We make it inside without breaking anything, the place is bigger then it looks like outside. Marble floors and giant crystal chadileers left me in a feeling that this place is flozen in time. Broken vases and mirrors makes me feel the owners didn't want to leave. He knows exactly where he's going in the dark, avioding the glass.

"How do you know about this place?" I asked.

"A really really really really long time ago this used to be my families, but Panem didn't want people to live here, just in case the water rose anymore. It would be too dangorous to live here, because the water is so close. As time went on, though, this place survived. One day we'll be able to have this land back, it's my families and it'll always be ours."

I smiled. "Do you really think so?"

"I'm sure of it. Even if it's not me, or my great-great-great grandchild's we'll have this place back. Come on, I want to show you the best part."

We ran up the stairs, hand in hand. Turning left, the left side of the hallway full of windows, covered by curtains. We went to the end of the hallway, and enter a huge bedroom. The windows curtained, again.

"Close your eyes." He said.

I close my eyes, and wait. A gentle sea breeze surrounded me. I feel his warm hands on my arms, leading me forward.

"Open your eyes."

The moon was right above the Ocean, reflecting it.

"This is beautiful." I whisper.

He smiled. "I like it a lot too."

He sat down. "Sit down."

"Is it safe?"

"The greatest arcutects works on this house, Annie. It might be in ruins but it's pretty safe. It'll always stand."

I nodded, and sat down. "I could stay here forever." The sea breeze moved around as if in agreement.

"I wish we could... You know you're the first person I've ever taken here."

I looked at him. Sora has been his friend for a long time. He could be with her safely, why take me here?

"You're lying."

"When will you relieze that I don't lie?"

"When you stop lying."

He smiled, shaking his head. "Goodness you're hard-headed."

"It's a gift."

There was a long pause, then I asked. "Why? Why bring me here then?"

"Because you're speical."

Oh, the blush was flooding my cheeks again.

"I don't know what it is about you, that makes me not care."

The butterflies in my stomach need to stop. "You're suppose to stay away from me..."

"The problem is I don't want to stay away. I just can't."

"Your mother, Sora they can't die because of your hard head."

"I'm stobbern, I'm selffish, and I'm vein. Let's just be friends, though."

"What?" I asked.

"That's what you wanted, for us to be friends. No ones bothering us now. There's no one here. We can just escape here. At least for a bit, a couple hours a day."

"What if they find out?"

"We'll be careful. They haven't caught us, yet. We've been together three times alone, and my mother is fine. I don't think they'll know."

"Finnick?" I feel a smile. "Why? Why now?"

"Our lives are too short to be scared all the time. I can't waste the time I have with you."

I feel my face become red and now I'm sure he can see it.

"Friends. They can't do anything if we're just friends, right?" I say.

He nodded. "We're outside the boundary's but it's safe."

"Just friends?" I asked.

"That's all I'm asking..."

I smiled, and closing the space between us, wrapping my arms around him. The smell of sea salt on his clothes. He hugged me back, gently. I let him go first. Our faces are so close. One kiss won't hurt. Just one swoop, and touch our lips together, like half a year ago. And with one look, into though beautiful sea green eyes, I sit back.

"You know, I never really had enough time for friends. Not really. I only had Tal and Haven and that was something different. This sound stupid but I don't really know how to be a friend."

He smiled. "Talk."

"About what?"

"About you."

I frown. "Can we go to the beach?"

He nodded, and we left the balcony.

Laying back into the soft sand side by side we started talking. Just talking. I'm not really sure if he listened, but at the same time it felt really good to talk. To let everything out finally was a blessing. I just felt better little by little with every single word I felt lighter. He never interfered, he always listened, giving little grunts to make sure I knew he was listening.

"I'm so sorry." I tell him. "You haven't said anything."

He smiled. "About time."

I laughed. "You should have just stopped me."

"I like to hear you talk." He said, so simply.

"Now, it's your turn."

"Okay, so I was born in the Southern Sector of District Four, the greatest place in Panem. I had a bigger sister but she died of influenza when I was three, she was five... My mother and father were deeply in love since the first moment they saw eachother and, even though he's gone, she still loves him with her whole heart. I killed my father, but you knew that..."

"Finnick." I say, my heart sinking. "That wasn't your fault."

"Yes, it is, and if my mom dies it'll be my fault too."

"Finnick, it was not your fault. None of this was our fault. Your father died because we have a retched government that won't let you go. I didn't know him, but I know, no parent would want anybody doing what they're doing to you. No parent with the knowledge of what they do to would let it happen. And if you could have a way to not do it, then they would make you take it. They would make you take it even if it costs their lives, because they love you so much."

"I could have stopped it from happening, Annie, and I chose not to."

"You didn't choose for them to kill him, Finnick. They would have done it at some point. They always do."

He was silent for a second. "I never interrupted you."

"I'm sorry, I just think you should know what I think."

He smiled, and touched my hand. "I always want to know what you think... Okay, so those retched Capitol asswipes killed my father."

I nodded.

He sighed, and intertwined his fingers through mine.

"Are you going to say anything else?"

"I think I want to stay a mystery."

"I'm not going to let it stay that way."

"Oh, yeah, and what will you do?"

I think for a second. Something risky gets into my head, and I want to do it. At the same time, how would he take it? Is it too risky?

It's just for fun... I tell myself. But what if he doesn't want me that way? And I'm just throwing myself at him? But I'm not not really. Damn it, Annie, get some guts and actually do something! He's waiting and he probably thinks I fell into a flashback. Oh, this is so embarrassing.

I scoote closer to him and curl next to him. My head on his shoulder, and I put my arm on top of his chest. I look up at him, and he looks down at me. "Please Finnick." I ask, smiling.

He looks shocked but it gone soon and he smiles.

"Okay. So, I love running. There's something about the pain in your joints that makes you feel free. And the rush of air in your face and you know you make that wind. I love it. Some people don't but it's the best thing to do when you're mad and you can't take it out. You don't think when you run, you just feel."

I smiled at his description of running, he made it feel so liberating.

"Whenever I go to the Capitol I bring my fathers bandana. It reminds me that there's more than the Capitol, more than fake dates, and secrets. It smells like home. "

"Finnick?"

"Yes?"

"How long have they been selling you?" I know it's a personal question, but I have to know. "Was it after your first year?"

"No, I was sixteen when he told me what I had to do. The first time was when I was seventeen..."

"Do you think they'll want me?"

"There is man that's had all the girls since the Sixtieth Hunger Games, that's what they tell me at least. They say he's the worst..." I can hear the shaking in his voice, and suddenly I feel tears in my eyes. I'm shaking myself. "I-I'm guessing he would want to finish the decade."

"Talk about something else I'm sorry for asking just please talk about-" my throat get's caught. "S-something else please."

"One electrocuted myself in the new house. I was unplugging something when we first moved in and I put my finger in a socket. For a second I though I imagined it, but I could feel the tingle go up my arm and I could feel it in my other hand too. It didn't really hurt but I was in so much shock." He started to laugh. "Literaly."

I started to laugh, too. So much I started to snort.

Then, he laughed harder and I did too. My ribs started to hurt and I couldn't breath. After what felt like forever, we stopped.

"Annie?" He asked, still laughing a bit.

"Yep?"

"Is the sky turning lighter?"

I look up. You couldn't see the sun, but the sky was a dark blue, no longer black.

"We have to go." I say, getting up.

He nodded, getting up.

We both went into forest, hand in hand.

All night. I was with him all night.

"We're going to have to run, if you want to made it home before they notice."

I nod, and start to jog through the brush with him. My leg gets caught on a vine and I fall down the small hill. There's a small snake when I'm done with my fall, and I'm frozen because it's ready to bite. I don't know anything about snakes, so this could be a venomous and we don't have all the antidotes. Usually, those who get bitten, are dead.

Finnick kicks it away, and gives me a hand up.

"Are you good?" He asks.

"My ankle hurts, my arm's cut, and I'm dirty; but I'll live."

"Your ankle hurts? How bad?"

"I can walk but running's out."

When we come close to the fence he stops.

"I don't think we should go out by the park. Do you know anywhere else we can get back in without getting caught?"

"Haven's. There's an opening close to her home and if anyone sees me it'll be normal. And Roland lives close to her if you leave before me, it won't seem weird."

"I don't know Roland though."

"They don't know that. I'll tell him, to tell others that you had to give him something. Okay?"

He nodded. "Okay, lead the way."

Too soon we were outside the fence, where the opening was. I listening for the electrical pulse but I could just hear the jungle waking up.

"When will we go back?" I asked.

"When do you want to go back?"

"Right now." I admit. "I have nothing at home. Rhyal's working and the girls don't even talk to me."

"How about this? I send Sora over and we can meet again the day after tomorrow."

I nodded, we needed sporadic timing, it would help us.

He smiled and kissed my forehead.

A blush blooms in my face, and he smiled wider. "I love that." He whispered.

I couldn't say anything but smile wider too.

"Well, bye." He said.

"Bye." I say.

He slipped through the fence, and waves as he walkes away. His copper hair the last thing I see as he fades into the now dark purple and blue sky.