Finnick's POV:
"Come on, Annie. It's 3am." I whispered to Annie. She had been sat on the Philip Seymour Hoffman bench since 12.
"Just a bit longer?" She begged in a hushed voice. I knew she was really nervous for the day ahead; she had to see a doctor who she had been dodging seeing for the past week since Tarsi died. "I'm scared." Annie reached out for my hand. Ever since Tarsi died, Annie said those two words more than once each day.
"I know but you can't get better unless you see Dr Aurelius." I paused. "Your appointment is at 9:30, so if we go back inside and get some sleep, you can get 5 hours rest." I knew Annie had vivid, horrific nightmares every time she closed her eyes for more than one minuet but I can't help but feel that she liked the darkness and falseness of the whole scenario. When she wasn't dreaming, she knew that it was real and that she couldn't wake up at anytime. Just like Tarsi couldn't.
"We sit on this bench every day but we don't know who Philip is." Annie mumbled, ignoring my previous comments. I hadn't got any proper conversation from her for a week now. I could barely look at her without wanting to scream at her that I know the real her is in there. Suddenly her eyes went huge and she gripped my hoodie. "Two days." She panicked. This time I knew what she meant. Tarsi's funeral was in two days.
"Inside?" I softly smiled.
"Inside." Annie agreed, looking ill and smaller than usual.
We got into Annie's bohemian bedroom and she looked at the black dress hanging on the wardrobe. She just stood there staring at it like it was meant to do a magic trick or something. I sat myself on her bed and picked at the loose stitches on a round, purple pillow.
"Finn, I don't want to go. He's wearing Cleopatra." She stammered, not switching her gaze from the dress she had made, months before. It had a lace flower layer on the top half where the belt ended, it then had a plain layer that ended at the knee.
"No, it's fine. He won't wear Cleo-" I didn't get to finish my sentence before Annie grabbed the dress and threw it on the ground. She picked up the boutique mirror that matched her room and threw it on the dress, shattering the glass. "Annie, calm down!" I shouted and grabbed her, restraining her from smashing anything else. She cried into my red hoodie and I held onto her cream cardigan. "It's okay. I'm here." I whispered as I heard Mags turn her bedroom light on and shuffle into the hallway. She opened the door and saw me holding Annie and her crying. Annie didn't see her but I did.
"Is everything okay?" Mags mouthed.
"Yeah, don't worry. Go back to bed." I mouthed back and she did so. I cradled Annie until she fell asleep and I laid her gently on her bed and I avoided the glass and slipped into her sofa chair, slowly drifting into sleep.