YAY! First chapter in the story :D Hope you guys like it. I am glad that I made this into a series instead of all of them in one. And for those who just are reading this one, READ MAKING KNOTS FIRST because it is confusing without it. This series will go on for 10 stories. Yes, I said 10. One for each year of Finnick and Annie's life up until Mockingjay, which is ten years. So, yeah… there are going to be a lot of stories :P I named Therapy after the song Therapy by All Time Low because it goes so well with this story. Now, on a new note, here is finally the first chapter of Therapy.
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Finnick's POV
For the first time in months, I am finally alone. The Capitol has had people following me around for weeks, asking questions, getting autographs. My voice is dry from interviews and my hand's sore from writing. I'm walking down the boardwalk in a vague attempt at catching up with what has happened in the district since I left. I take in the small things, like how the restaurant that my family was taken to when my mom passed away, was just repainted.
But my mind, being as sidetracked as ever, drifts off to other things, mostly memories. But the night I remember so clearly right now was just four months ago. My arrival back into the district was spectacular in so many ways. So many things I thought would never happen again, because of the reaping, occurred that day. Holding my baby sister in my arms, shaking my dad's hand, talking to my close friend, Jason. But the one person that could make that day perfect wasn't there. Annie.
From the moment I got off the train, my eyes searched for her, but they haven't seen her once. I suspect she's avoiding me. Who wouldn't after I publicly told the nation that I didn't care about her? If I could go back and erase that moment I would. But I doubt she will ever forgive me for that moment, much less forget about it.
A pebble gets caught underneath my foot and I kick it, making the rock land a foot away from me. I continue doing this for a while, but with my thoughts tracing through me, replaying every detail, it feels like hours. The only thing that snaps me out of my remembrance is the raindrops that are falling on my plush Capitol jacket, one by one. Soon it turns into a downpour and I decide to head home. But on my way to the Victor's Village, I see a figure sitting on the edge of the pier. The figure –a girl I think- is shaking and her jacket is soaked. I walk closer, and I start to be aware of who the girl is. I would know what that silver necklace looked like anywhere. Obviously I would, a picture of it is burned into my mind. She looks older, but her birthday just passed, so I'm not too surprised. She's fourteen now, and I recently turned fifteen as well. This is my chance, I think while my voice forms her name.
"Annie."
She whips her head around, and stares at me in disbelief. But the shock doesn't last long, because she tries to get up, but she's too frozen to do so by herself. I try to help, but the second I touch her icy skin she shrugs me off. Eventually, she gets up on her own, but I can tell she's having a hard time standing. I take off my jacket and hand it to her, but she shakes her head. I can see her eyes filling with tears, and impulsively I try to wipe them away, but she backs away and I feel the immediate need to say everything that I can to get her back, "Annie I-"
She backs away further, and her voice cracks from the tears sliding down her cheeks, "Who do you think you are? Do you think you could come back here after that and for me to be okay with it?" Her lecture starts pausing in between her sobs, "I – can't – do – this – anymore."
I step closer for a second time, and grab her wrists gently before she can step back again, which would result in her landing in the freezing water below us. I lean in a little, but not enough to make her think that I am going to kiss her, because she wouldn't listen to me if she thought that. I start to speak but she cuts me off again, "I thought you thought of me as pretty and nice. I thought you actually liked me. But sometimes I can be so naïve can't I? Because from what the country heard, you don't give a crap about me." I am shocked at how she feels. I want to show her I care about her, that I love her.
"You're right. I don't think any of those things about you." At my words, she turns to leave, but I catch her arm and continue, "You're not pretty, you're beautiful. You aren't nice, you're the sweetest, kindest, most compassionate person I have ever known." I dare to move closer to Annie's pale and shocked face, and place a hand on her cold cheek. I use my thumb to wipe away her tears and for once she doesn't hesitate, but I know she doesn't truly believe me. "And I don't like you, I care about you more than anyone else in the world."
Instinctively, I tilt her chin up and place my lips on hers, which are purple from the weather. It takes a few seconds before she kisses me back, sweetly and softly, being the modest girl she is. I deepen the kiss a little bit and she doesn't stop me. Her arms go around my neck and she melts in my arms. I smile against her lips, and place my arms around her waist, but it snaps me back into reality because of how cold she is. I break away and wrap my jacket around her, which she now willingly slides over the soaked jacket she already has on. I suddenly recognize the jacket. It's mine. I gave it to her the day I got the courage to talk to her at the beach. I can't believe she's wearing it now. "Come on, I think you need some hot tea," I offer. She nods and we walk to the Victor's Village.
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Ok, that is a serious success as far as I'm concerned. Here is something I want your guy's opinion on. I have my DREAM COUPLE to play Finnick and Annie, but I don't know how well everyone else would take my choices so here they are. For Finnick I would want Beau Mirchoff to be cast. He's just… hot. Haha, yeah I'm weird :P For Annie I think Lucy Hale. I mean, I'm a huge fan of Pretty Little Liars and Aria is my favorite character and all, but even without that she seems to fit. Hope you guys liked this first chapter. BYE!