Memory
Annie crept towards the scuffling noises coming through the trees. Annie could almost hear Finnicks voice inside her head.
Cresta! What do you think you're doing? You're in the Hunger Games, you don't go towards noises!
Annie shook her head. If she didn't know any better, she would think she was going crazy.
Annie peered through the bushes and had to cover her mouth to stop herself from gasping at the sight before her.
Dylan, her District partner, and a Career were fighting. The Career was using a sword while Dylan used a spear. Annie watched, not daring to move. Dylan was much better suited for fighting than she was, and if she moved to run away the Career might hear and go after her. Or even worse, Dylan might be distracted and the Career might kill him.
But then, Annie wished that she had run when she'd had the chance. Because the Career's sword cut through Dylans neck, and Dylans head rolled off his shoulders. Annie covered her mouth with her hands to muffle her scream.
Annie thrashed about, until she felt strong arms restrain her. She opened her eyes, and her's were met with sea green irises.
"Annie," Finnick said.
Annie nodded to show him she was okay, and he pulled her into his arms.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Finnick asked after a few minutes.
"I was watching Dylan die," Annie said.
Finnick didn't require anymore explanation than that.
"It's okay Annie. It was only a memory."