Happy day! So, by the way, these next couple chapters will probably be put up once a day just because I want to get them up. I've had them on my computer for forever and I just want it off. I'm having a hard time with any inspiration for the next couple chapters, with the Victory Tour being in the fifth. So, please continue reading.

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Over the next three days, I was paraded around the Capitol. The interview with Caeser Flickerman was cancelled because everyone was afraid I wouldn't speak and I'd make a fool of myself. They had a right to be afraid. We returned to district 4. The cheers were defeaning- I knew they hadn't expected me to win. They were making up for their doubt from earlier.

In the back, I noticed that some people didn't cheer. Vetro's family. Three girls, all under twelve, stood crying, each hanging onto their mother. One older boy held the youngest Wilks, he was the only other Wilks in the reaping. Then Mrs. Wilks eldest child stood holding her, older than eighteen.

All of them had tears in their eyes.

Mags and Finnick took me back to the Victor's Village. I wondered what Victors did when they weren't in the capitol...

-I stood in the rain, begging people for food. My father was deathly ill and my mother had to care for Almeda, my little sister. Noone could work and we had no food. At seven, I was the only one available for a job in my family. Even with work, we still didn't have enough food. So I begged.

An older woman, Peg, walked by. She was a victor and no longer had to go to the Capitol. She had gone while Mags was sick one year and at other times just to go. She'd won the 49th hunger games at eighteen.

She looked at me and kneeled close. She had an umberella so she wouldn't get wet. "Hon, why are you out here?" She asked, her voice sad.

"We have no food. My daddy's sick and mummy's caring for Almeda." I whispered to her through chattering teeth, the cold water soaking through my clothes.

Peg nodded and pulled out a large loaf of bread, "What's your name, little girl?"

"My name's Annie." Then I remembered what my father had told me about saying our last name when we introduce ourselves. "Annie Cresta."

Her face fell. "I know your family. I'm so sorry."

A younger man ran by and grabbed her arm, stopping and looking at her. "Peg? What are you doing?" He looked at me disgustedly. "Don't talk to the poor, Peg. Just give your food and hurry on, before they see."

Peg's eyes filled with fear. "Annie, hon, take this bread and hurry home, please." She shoved the bread in my hands and left quickly, following the man. I stared after her before turning and running home.-

I went into my home, not returning Mags and Finnick's goodbyes. As soon as they disappeared down the street, I walked to the Victor's docks, situated at the end of the lane (which was the closest to my home). I sat on the dock, my legs curled against my chest and cried.

I cried for the death of Vetro, the child who had been murdered in the arena.

I cried for the loss of Annie the poor girl, who had been lost in the Capitol.

I cried for what the future would bring.

And lastly I cried for Annie the Victor, the cold shell the Games had left.

-School had just ended. We were going to the square to watch the 63th Hunger Games. The scenes were on large screens, showing the deaths that had occured that day and the major events. I was only twelve, it had been my first reaping. A girl one year older than me had been reaped, my best friend, Alease. It was the third day.

Alease had been alive when I went to school.

But on the screens, it showed her death. She was sleeping and it was day. She'd been exhausted and was on her own- the Career pack had split up the day before. The entire square watched as a twelve year old girl was beheaded. Many people were crying softly, trying to hide their tears.

I screamed, the tears pouring out. My mother reached for me but I ran. Then strong arms wrapped around me, holding me. I cried into the arms, wishing that it was Alease holding me. But when I looked up, I saw green eyes, not her blue. The boy that looked at me had bronze hair that fell in his eyes. Finnick Odair. He was two years older than me so we had never spoken.

But now he held me in his warm embrace as I cried into his chest. "Sh-she's d-dead!" I sobbed out and he stroked my hair.

"I'm so sorry. I wish she wasn't. She was very brave though, she was very very brave..." His words didn't stop the sobbing, the crying. What words could stop an eleven year old's sobs? As far as Finnick knew, none.-

I stared out at the sea, the color of Finnick's eyes. He'd been different before the Games. He'd loved, he'd cried, he'd cared. The Games change everyone: for better or worse. For both Finnick and me, it was for the worse. He acts out, however. I am just a shell of a person.

All I have are memories. All I am is a body with a soul that has been scarred beyond retrieval.2

-I looked at the rest of the Careers- Diamond, Golden, Haylee, and Erroc. This year howeer, we had other districts in with the Careers, kids with special skills. Lidea from district 3, Yero from district 5, Meakyl from district 7, and Ueg from district 11. Everyone was over the age of fifteen. Except Vetro, who was in the Careers because I had begged them and I was a master with the spear.

They laughed and talked together yet any child could see that each was taking in the others weaknesses. The others- Lidea, Yero, Meakyl, and Ueg- spoke often to try and gain the true Careers approval. It wasn't going to work, it never would. Everyone knew that.

Afterwards, I ran into Finnick. He hadn't spoken to me since the night before, he was mad that I had spoken back, that he'd been caught. His eyes were filled with pain. "Listen, Annie. You don't understand what I was doing. You may never understand. But, please, don't hate me for what I do while I'm in the Capitol."

I looked at him, anger flaring. Maybe I just don't know what it's like for him because he's never told me. "Maybe if you told me, I'd understand!" I yelled, getting closer; a challenge. Finnick watched me, his eyes holding my face as he examined me.

"I can't tell you." He whispered, his eyes sad. The sadness had a tinge of a deeper emotion- fear.. "I can't tell anyone."

I laughed bitterly, "Oh, look, Finnick Odair's scared! Ha! Never thought I'd see the day when Finnick Odair is scared to tell someone something! Afraid to do as he wants!" I laughed again, mockingly this time.

Suddenly, Finnick grabbed my upper arms. I thought he would hit me but instead I felt his lips on mine. His body crushed against mine and then he pulled back. The kiss had left me breathless, I was stunned. His kiss had chased all my doubts away yet all I could think of was how many girls he'd kissed before me. "I'm sorry, Annie. I can't tell anyone else they'll be hurt."

I slapped him, "Don't you ever kiss me again, Finnick Odair. I'm not going to fall for you." I whispered warningly and left, feeling confused. Why had Finnick Odair's kiss made me feel breathless and like butterflies fluttered in my stomach.-

I watched out at the sea, watching how the light played in the waves. Green and blue mixed between each other, slipping and twirling like a natural forgotten dance. The sea met the bright blue sky on the distant horizon. On the other side, near my feet, the water lapped at the yellow, almost white sand. Shells littered the banks.

I took everything in, savoring the peace that had settled around me. I was alone and noone else was here. This secluded, small beach was ringed in trees, hiding me from the views of others.

-Finnick sat on the beach, watching the waves. It was the day after he had gotten home from the 65th Hunger Games and all the girls would fall over him whenever he walked in. He wanted to be at the public beach, never alone. West Beach didn't have the beauty of the secluded Victor's Cove.

All the girls were staring at him. Even before Finnick had left for the Games, he'd had a nice amount of admirers- he was very handsome. But after, he had the riches, the beauty, and the honour. What girl wouldn't want him?

Me, I had never fallen for Finnick's act. Expecially not after the Games. Now, he has no care for any woman, no control. He uses what he wants and throws it away. Yet the girls keep coming. When I see Finnick, all I see are the women that he takes home and the people he had murdered.

He's a monster.

I have murdered as well but, unlike Finnick, I hadn't enjoyed it. I did it to survive. All I wanted was to survive.

His bronze tousled hair fell in his eyes as he sat on the dark warm sand. I stared at him from behind the bushes, scared of him. All I could think of was the murders. What if he still wanted to kill people? What if he liked to kill?-

I felt something touch my shoulder but ignored it. It wasn't important, all that mattered was the sea, the sky, and my memories.

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