Annie's POV:
She was just standing there, over him. Cleopatra stared at young Tarsi in his coffin, whilst his shirt matched her face. I stepped closer to her, reaching out to touch her. Suddenly the turned round and screamed in my face. "Annie! It's your fault." She screamed, her black beaded hair, slapping my face.
"Wake up, Annie, wake up!" Finnick woke me up, shaking my shoulders. I realised my breathing was stupidly fast and I began to cry, holding onto him. "It's okay, it's not real." I eventually calmed down and he stroked my cheek. "Your appointment is in an hour." He whispered as I wriggled in his arms, trying to see the clock on the wall. 8:26. Finn stood up and announced he was going for a shower so I crawled off my bed and opened my wardrobe, looking for a clean outfit; I had been wearing the same clothes for 4 days straight. I dragged a green cardigan off a coat hanger and also a pair of black skinny jeans. I yanked a white vest from my drawer and clean underwear. I stood and gawped at myself in the mirror. How did I loose control this bad? I looked at my greasy hair, knotted and ugly, then at my clothes; a food stained beige cardigan, a pair of leggings with a huge hole in the thigh and a tear stained blue vest. I pulled my clothes off and got a towel from the airing cupboard and wrapped it around myself. Finnick came out the shower and hugged me, squeezing the two towels between us. He planted a kiss on my fore head then let me go in the shower. I showered and washed my hair and plaited it loosely then got dressed in my clean clothes. I shuffled out the bathroom and saw Finnick getting his new shirt on. I glanced at the clock to read 9:02. I sighed and got my stuff together, putting my purse in my backpack. I picked out the salmon sandwich and lemonade from the week before and threw them in the bin, they were starting to smell. I brushed my teeth whilst Finn made toast for breakfast, butter and marmalade. He poured some apple juice into two cups and sat at the table.
"Annie, please eat something." Finnick held my hands over the table. I had only eaten half a banana, one quarter of a slice of toast and a jam sandwich over the past week and I had already started loosing a lot of weight. The only thing I drank was apple juice and I had thrown up three times since... the accident. I nodded at my beautiful boyfriend, but not even nearly hungry. I picked a small bit of toast up and quickly ate it, pretending I was hungry just to see him smile. And sure enough, the corners of his lips curled and his dimples were revealed along with the two adjacent freckles on his left cheek. For the first time in a while, I too smiled along with Finnick. It was like it used to be. We held hands as we said goodbye to Effie and Mags then we got outside where we were greeted by my best friend.
"Hi, guys." She smiled and waved at the pair of us whilst she leant against her car. Johanna was wearing tartan jeans and an oversized Rolling Stones t shirt and creepers. The beanie she wore was hanging off the back of her head and showed the end of her short hair cut. Johanna had shaved her head, along with most of her family, 6 months ago to support her mother who had cancer. Luckily she overcame it a few weeks ago and most of Johannas family had the same length if hair now.
"Hey, Johanna." Finnick replied as he loaded her car with the stuff we had to take to my appointment with Dr Aurelius. I wouldn't let Mags come because I knew she would get upset, being in that sector of the hospital with me. I got in the back of the car with Finn and Johanna began to drive, with the radio on quietly. She was entirely focused on the road, making sure she was driving slow and constantly switching her gaze to the front mirror to check up on me.
"So, about tomorrow..." Johanna began. "Do you want me to pick you and Mags up?" I looked at my shoes and let Finn do the talking.
"If you could, that would be great, thanks." He smiled as I stared at the complicated detail on my black Converse trainers, worried I was about to get that lump in my throat again. We finally pulled up at the hospital and we said goodbye to Johanna and watched her cruise down the street. Finnick looked at his watch that read 9:26 and his fingers entertwined in mine. "Lets go see this doctor." He encouraged as we walked into the hospital, my whole body shaking.