Hi guys! Sorry for the wait but I swear there is a conspiracy among my teachers to pile on the exams around the last month or so and sorry for being kinda lazy because of that, it's a problem really. Anyway I hope you like this chapter as we are reaching what I'm calling the 'fun part' of the story,well, at least for me to write!

Thanks especially to my wonderful beta Windsongspringheart for making me finish this chapter.

Split

JPOV

Stupid old man. Stupid, stupid, drunk, useless old man. Carnage was breaking out throughout this building, spreading its foul tendrils around and within us all. How dare he act like this was in any way exciting? Or fun? Or good? He hadn't just lost a job thanks to some stupid person's actions. And even worse than that, I may have lost my friends along with it. I had no clue where they had carted Finnick off to in their perfect, no-questions-needed arrest. As for Peeta, he was probably breaking down at the loss of his sister. Yet, in that moment, it wasn't my newly unemployed status that filled me with the same uselessness as I had bestowed upon me and Haymitch's ability to do his job, it was the pain felt by two of my friends. I couldn't be with both. I couldn't help both. I had to let one needlessly suffer while I dragged the other out of the abyss.

The choice was still unmade as my bare feet hit the ground of the corridor I was walking down with no set direction. I was having to choose to save one out of two people falling off a cliff, and yet I couldn't let myself pick one. In the end though, I didn't have to. The look on Katniss's face as I passed her in the corridor immediately sent chills down my spine as I realised Peeta had left.

"Kat, wait," my meek voice croaked out at her rapidly disappearing figure as it faded down the corridor, my hand fell back down as soon as she turned the corner and thus escaping my line of sight. I wring my short hair into my hands as I finally let my emotions take over with a gut wrenching scream that I allowed to rip through my vocal cords. With all the energy zapped out of me, I sank down against the wall, throwing my head into my hands.

"What the hell was that Jo?" Lilly exclaimed, covering the mouthpiece of her phone with her hand as she did.

"Nothing," I mumbled, not daring to face her judgemental eyes.

"Get your act together Jo, and take some proper clothes down to that mate of yours. He was still in pyjamas last time I saw him. And put some clothes on, yourself!" she demanded before disappearing back into the corridor. I wanted to cry. I wanted to allow myself to fully deal with the knowledge that a relationship I thought was mending has fallen into a thousand pieces again. I want to, but I can't. I have to be strong. Strong for my friends whose lives have gone to hell while mine has just become rubbish.

At least that's what I tell myself as I push the emotions down inside of me and go fetch Finn's clothes, making sure to change out of my old pyjamas. I don't pay much attention as I hastily grab the top and jeans from the top of his dresser, but as I lean down to stop and pick up his beaten trainers, with the socks still tucked inside of them, I can't help but think about what happened in here in the last twenty four hours and how happy Finn was about the whole thing before happiness became a distant memory in his mind.

"Finnick Odair" I tell the guard, causing a sad shake of his head as he directs me to the left of the two reasonably short corridors of mainly empty cells. It pains me as the stories of where the guilty are sent I was told as I child fill my mind. It won't happen to Finn; it won't happen to Finn. I was expecting some cold but joking remark to come from Finn's cell to greet me, to reassure me that maybe things would be okay, but instead for the first time in his life, Finnick Odair is quiet. Not just quiet. Silent. "Finn," I call out softly causing a copper-haired boy-like man to shoot his head up to look at me. What I see breaks my heart as my own brown eyes connect with Finn's pale red-rimmed eyes, still glassy with his tears. His body seems shrunken like he has been deprived of food for weeks. His bones stand out from his tanned skin, creating lumps and ridges all over skin, made all the more prominent by his hunched shoulders and tense muscles. "I brought clothes," I offer, holding up the pile of clothes I had grabbed from his room with the trainers resting on top.

"Thanks," he croaks as he reaches out to grab them as I push them through the gaps in the bars.

"You're welcome and we'll get you out this in a jiffy. They just want someone to blame it on. They know you didn't really kill her," I ramble as he pulls on the fresh clothes and discards his old ones. But my rambling is interrupted by a sudden question of his.

"Jo, what's this?" he asked slowly, referring to thin folded piece of paper he held between his fingers. I shrug in response, immediately confused as to where the piece of paper is from. I certainly didn't see it before. "Jo," he begins, the words careful like each one may set off a bomb. "This is Annie's handwriting," he states, gesturing to the words that the folds previously hid.

"How do you know that? Memorize it or something?" I ask somewhat jokily in attempt to hide my utter confusion and surprise.

"Yeah," he mutters, utter sadness filling his voice as his eyes begin to dance down the letter.

"Finn," I whisper quietly, snapping his head back up to face me.

"What?" he snaps as he was torn away from the letter he holds as if it were crystal in his hands. I open to mouth to speak but a drunk belch of my name from the other end of the cells stops me.

"Don't do anything stupid okay? We'll work this out and you won't be alone," I explain before stepping away towards Haymitch's loud yelling but not before making sure Finnick nodding is the last thing I see.

Well? I hope you like it and I also hope the dazzling review I know you can leave will reflect that but if my hiatus does show tell me cause I want to make sure this and the chapters leading up to the end pack a punch!