**Hiii(: So I'm supposed to be giving my laptop to my grandma so updates might be a bit less frequent than they already are(x Sorry, I'm just swamped at school. And, I would like to say, there was a person who left a review that was quite rude. Their lovely post included things like your story is a piece of dog poo, this sucks, my 7 year old sister writes better, and used my title to say I'm not sorry. I never told you, but I don't like any of your fan fictions, and evil laughter. that's great. If you didn't like it, why the heck did you read it, and go to the trouble of writing a mean review? Oh and one more thing, no I did not like your use of my title. Rude. I understand constructive criticism so I can make this story better, but just being flat out rude was uncalled for. Thanks. Oh I don't own the Hunger Games, any of the characters, or the part of the song down there by Owl City(x
I smirk and reply, "Great." she turns and motions for me to follow her. We set off at a brisk pace towards the center of town. I had to find Finnick soon, so I could set things straight.
We finally reach Victor's Village. I never realized how large District 4 is until now. It's taken what seems like forever to get there, but maybe that's just my anxiety.
Odessa turns and looks at me. "It's the third house on the left."
"Thank you so much, Odessa." I reply.
"It was my pleasure Katniss. And I don't know why you're here, or if it's good or bad, but it's an honor to have you here." she says, warmly. Here we go again. I don't want people to honor me! Sure, the rebellion succeeded and the Capitol fell, but I killed so many people and it makes me sick.
I force a smile on to my face and as sweetly as I can manage reply, "Thank you again Odessa. I love being in District 4, now I must be going."
Suddenly, Odessa's watch lights up and beeps. "Oh well it's time for me to go too!" she laughs. "Well, goodbye Katniss! I hope we can talk before you leave." before I can even say goodbye she rushes off. That was weird. I turn and set off for Finnick's house. Suddenly, I'm nervous again. What if he yells at me for coming here? What if this is a huge mistake? I finally reach the house. I guess they designed all the victor houses to look the same, because these houses look just like the ones in District 12. I make my way up to the door. I raise my hand up to knock on the door, when it flies open. Finnick is standing there, shocked.
"Katniss! What are you doing here?" he asks, shocked.
"Finnick! I got your note, and I have to talk to you."
Finnick looks like he's in a dream. "Um, sure. Come on in. I need to talk to you as well." I follow him into the house. I gasp because inside it looks about ten times better than my house. The house seems to be an ocean itself. The walls are sea greens and blues and the floor looks like the soft, white sand on the beaches of District 4.
"Finnick, your house is amazing." I say. He laughs.
"Thanks, Annie, Mags, and I worked on this. We had too much free time, and it was good for Annie." he says, and smiles sadly. "Their houses look similar."
"Well it's beautiful." I can't help but feel bad for Finnick. He's lost so much because of this rebellion. We reach the living room.
Finnick goes to sit on the couch and pats the spot next to him. "Now dear, what did you need to talk to me about?" he asks.
How am I going to say this? What if this turns out badly?
"Just say it Katniss. It's not going to turn out badly."
Crap. I said that out loud? Well here goes nothing. "Finnick.. I uh, well.."
He puts a finger on my lips. "Shh. Here I'll go first." I have an odd feeling he has to tell me something similar to what I was about to say. The thought makes me dizzy. Finnick puts his hands on mine and continues, "Katniss, I don't know how to put this any other way, but ever since we got back from the Capitol after the rebellion, you're all I can think about. Katniss I love you. I left the other day because I couldn't face the fact that you might not love me that way. I feel bad for doing that to you."
My mouth drops. Oh my god. "Finnick! That's what I came here to tell you. I love you. After the rebellion, all I saw was you. It killed me to do that to Peeta, so when you showed up I figured I would finally figure it out. And when I overheard Peeta talking to you about not being in love with me anymore, and you said you did love me, I figured I could tell you. Then you were gone, and I was scared that you had changed your mind, and I was crushed. So I came here to tell you that and-" My words were coming out too quickly like I wasn't going to have enough time to speak, and I was on the verge of crying. Finnick pulled me into his arms.
"Shh. Katniss, you don't have to say any of that. I love you. You love me. And I promise never to hurt you ever again," he says, gently. We sit there for awhile, and Finnick starts to sing softly. It's a song I've never heard before.
Shipwreck in the sea of faces,There's a dreamy world up there,Dear friends in higher places,Carry me away from here,Travel light let the sun eclipse you,'Cause your flight is about to leave,And there's more to this brave adventure,Than you'd ever believe,Birdseye view, awake the stars 'cause they're all around you,Wide eyes will always brighten the blue,Chase your dreams, and remember me, sweet bravery,Because after all those wings will take you, up so high,So bid the forest a fond goodbye, as you brace the wind and,Take to the sky,
On the hills of lore and wonder,There's a stormy world up there,You can't whisper above the thunderBut you can fly anywhere,Purple burst of paper birds this,Picture paints a thousand words,So take a breath of myth and mystery,And don't look back.
I look up at Finnick. "That was amazing." I say, shocked.
"What? Didn't expect me to sing like an angel and look like one too?" he teases.
"Uh huh, angel, that's definitely the word I was going for." I retort.
"Is Ms. Everdeen doubting my distractingly good looks?" he laughs and winks.
"Why yes, yes I am."
"Wrong answer." he says with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
This can't be good, I think. Especially, because Finnick already had his arms around me, so I don't think I'm going anywhere anytime soon. His arms tighten, but not so much that it's uncomfortable.
He leans down and whispers in my ear, "I might look like an angel, but I don't act like one."
I pull back a little and look at him. He's grinning from ear to ear. All of sudden, he's tickling me.
I scream, "Finnick!" and jump away from him laughing. He starts to move towards me and I take off. Oh god, it feel great to smile. I haven't done that in so long. I hide from Finnick and stifle my laughter. He walks by looking for me, and I get up and silently move towards him. Holding my breath, creep up right behind him and jump onto his back.
He jumps. "Hello, dear. Sneaking up on me? That puts you in a bad position, doesn't it?" he laughs, and attempts to tickle me again when someone knocks on the door. Finnick walks towards it with me still on his back. He opens the door and I jump off his back, slightly embarrassed. It's Odessa.
"Hi Finnick.." she says and seems to notice me. "Katniss," she nods. There's something wrong with her tone of voice. Earlier it was bright and cheery, now it's like she's telling a child their pet "ran away". I gasp. Oh no, she couldn't be saying something about Annie could she? I look at Finnick and then back to Odessa.
"Hi Odessa," says Finnick. "Do you need something?"
She fidgets. "Well Finnick, I have bad news." I look at Finnick and move closer to him, putting my arm around him. This can't be good.
"What is it?" his voice sounds strained and he puts his arm around me, as if I'm an anchor to reality.
"Um, Finnick, it's about Annie." Odessa looks nervous. "The doctors were checking up on her, and she started having a seizure. They couldn't stop it. She's in a coma and they don't know if she'll live much longer." Finnick's grip tightens and his face goes white.
"Thank you for telling me," he chokes out. He turns to me. "Katniss, would you mind going to the Capitol with me? I have to see Annie."
I nod. "Of course Finnick." Now for the first time since the rebellion, I'm heading back to the Capitol.
**um well, this ending might be crap because my computer was about to log me off so I rushed... oops. I can rewrite it later just not now obviously(x Well uh, I gotta go Bye! ;D
Random Fun Fact of the Day: Seneca means author of tragedies... There have been poets with the last name Crane. Seneca Crane- head gamemaker for the 74th Hunger Games.. It all makes sense now(x That is all.
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