Epilogue
Come on Skinny Love please last the year;
pour a little salt you were never here.
My-my-my-my-my-my-m-my-m-my.
Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer.
Tell my love to wreck it all;
cut out all my ropes and let me fall.
My-my-my-my-my-my-m-my-m-my.
Right in the moment this order's tall.
Come on Skinny Love what happened here?
Suckle on the hope in light brassieres.
My-my-my-my-my-my-m-my-m-my.
Sullen load is full, so slow on the split.
Who will love you?
Who will fight?
And who will fall far behind?
Come on Skinny Love.
~ Skinny Love: Birdy
My life after those days are not dark nor light, but stuck in the middle of night and day. An endless cycle of living, driven by one who wishes she didn't survive. However I had good days, days I went on picnics with Finnick or went swimming. Truthfully at the beginning I strayed from the lapping waves, the memories too strong for my disgruntled brain, but as the years passed I grew strong and brave enough to slip back into the water.
Back home. Where I belong.
All around I was seen as crazy, but it doesn't matter to me what they think. It might have been triggered by my breakdown in Oak's District, me begging her family to forgive me as tears streamed down their faces. As her mother thanked me and kissed me on the cheek.
Saying she could see how much I meant to Oak.
Then there where the endless days where Finnick was whisked away to the Capitol, pray to all those wicked girls. I know now that he was being forced the whole time, that he had nothing to do with it. That he hates it,
I feel ashamed I ever thought otherwise.
Every day Lynn would come over and spend the day. She made it through her years without getting reaped as did my sister. My mother died a year after I came home from the flu. Which sent me into another spout of depression. Could the world get any worse.
Life picked up after that. Things got better.
Lynn got married to a handsome man named Derek. I was a bridesmaid at their little wedding on the beach. The fish was excellent.
I ran my dad's old shop with the help of Emmy. She was the face in the store most of the time, most of the time it was too hard for me. Sometimes however I could be seen skipping around the small shop. Just like old times.
I didn't return to school, there was only one more year and I couldn't handle it. I was taunted by the other students. They felt it was only by lucky chance that I made it out. They were all certain I had truly become the crazy Cresta they always thought me to be. I didn't mind. It was true.
It was all so true.
The nightmares were horrible. I would wake up tangled in my sheets the sweat beading on my forehead. Screaming.
One would never forget the games. Ever
I spent 5 whole years waiting for something to change, someone to overthrow the Capitol. Something to change.
It happened on a hot september day. I remember being strong enough to attend the reaping that day. I remember watching with sad faces as the two tributes, careers volunteer. As Finnick smiles reassuringly from his chair. Mouthing the words 'I love you'. I tried not to cry when I watched the other reapings that night.
The 12 year old from 11 broke my heart. As well as the girl who volunteered for her sister in 12. Then, I thought the boy and the girl wouldn't stand a chance, 12 never did.
However throughout the games they steadily progressed. Working together out of love. Sweet skinny love.
I whistled again, I danced again. It was good to see 12 doing so well.
Then it was final three and I could be found leaning forward in my seat watching the last fight. Secretly I hoped the pair won, Cato didn't deserve it the way they did. Then he falls over the side and I watch sadly as he is torn apart by mutts.
My hands over my eyes.
Day breaks on screen. Peeta threatens to bleed out. Then the announcement is made.
"The recent rule change has been...revoked. There may only be one winner".
I cry. I scream in frustration. Can the Capitol become any worse. Could they being more heartless?.
However everything changes when Katniss Everdeen, the girl of fire pulls out those damn berries.
How could I have known that the rebellion I always waited for would come in the face of a-
Mocking Jay.
A/N: I know it's not long but I don't think Epilogues are supposed to be. Just to show how Annie progressed through those 5 years. I don't know whether or not I'm gonna do a sequel. I know a lot more happens but I'm stuck on how I could write it. Should I do something in Finnicks P.O.V in the Quarter Quell or something like that? PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE HELP ME! Please review it would mean a lot to me to know that people appreciate this story.
The song at the beginning 'Skinny Love' was my inspiration of this fic. Please listen to it!
Lots of Love and hope everyone is having a wonderful day.
xoxox
~Yours truly~