Hi all. I would love some reviews!

I have a question, would you like the whole story from Annie's POV, or some from other characters POV's as well? Like Finnick, some tribute's, Snow's etc?

This is my first Fanfiction and I could really use some pointers on how to use the Publishing bit of this website, I'm struggling to set my Chapters out how I want them to be.

I have like linebreaks in my Word documents when I first type my chapters, to emphasise the difference in time in the story, like switching from present Annie to Annie before the games, but when I upload it to the site they disappear and it's just one big clump of a chapter with no breaks. I've gone back and tried to put in a few linebreaks and a star between different times, but when i publish the chapter they're not there? Does anyone know how to fix this :(

Thank you for reading this , I really appreciate it!

Love & Cats :)

Chapter 2 – You're Still Insane, Annie

The anniversary of my Victor's Tour, the anniversary of when the Capitol turned me into an insane Psychic, is always hard to face.

I'm not sure which is harder; facing the reaping and watching two more children die horrific deaths in an Arena where they are forced to kill or be killed, facing the anniversary of my Victor's Tour where I became a living science experiment of the Capitols doing, or the memories.

They waited until my Victor's Tour, to ensure that I really was insane and not pretending, and then they took me. Right off the train, out from my mentors' noses in the dead of the night. They knew I had gone to bed early, and they took me. Away from my mentors, my prep team, my little remaining sanity

I open my eyes to see a room. A room with no windows and, seemingly, no door. Of course, there was a door, hidden in a wall. But when I come to in that room, shivering, my arm bleeding a little from a hasty injection to keep me unconscious, I thought there was no door.

A room made of cold, hard metal. No windows, no door, no escape. It was like being trapped in my mind, unable to escape, forced to watch my horrific memories over and over again until I was sure I was twice as insane as I was before. Except, when I was trapped in my mind, I could still run. Run to the ocean, run to Finnick, run away. Run away from my memories, run until I escaped them and they stopped playing over and over in my head.

In this room I can't escape them, tied down to a cold hard operating table. The memories attack my mind over and over, stabbing, slashing, splintering through my head. Until my throat is too hoarse to scream, my body too weak to thrash about, my wrists too damaged and bleeding to move from trying to break free of the metal shackles.

Someone entered then, their face covered by white, and gave me another injection, this one more carefully applied then the one needed to get me off the train. I can feel the drugs seeping through my veins, cool and slow, soothing me, freezing my memories and stopping them from coming. I stared at the ceiling, watching the lights grow dimmer and dimmer, until they faded all together into a deep black.

When I resurface from my black sea of unconsciousness, the first thing I register is that I'm not tied down anymore, I'm in a bed and my head is pounding.

The second thing I notice is I can see Finnick. Swimming through the ocean, just there, in front of me. I f I reach out I could touch him. I watch for a bit, watching his arms power through the waves.

I love his arms

And then suddenly Finnick's not there and I'm watching a small girl scurrying up a rock wall. Her long, black hair catches on a branch and she's forced to stop and rip it off. She cries out in pain, and I see a knife appear in her side. She slips and then she falls, down, down, down, into the waiting arms of a huge, manically grinning boy, who pulls out the knife, and uses it to cut her throat.

I scream. I scream and scream. The pounding in my head gets worse.

Someone comes running in. Different to last time. There's no white covering her face. She looks concerned.

"Annie? Annie, can you hear me?" My mouth is still screaming but I manage to nod.

"Annie, you need to stop screaming. It's ok, the visions over, you can stop." My mouth closes slowly, my screams dying off.

Vision?

"Annie, my name is Doctor Santios. I'm here to help you through this. Do you know where you are?" She checks some sort of machine that I didn't notice when I came too.

"Annie? You need to talk to me. I can't help you if you don't." She unhooks something from my arm and places it on the table beside me.

"What's happening?" I croak.

She looks at me, and I think I glimpse a flash of pity and anger cross her face before a mask settles and she is calm and collected, a robot.

"You are in an underground Lab in the Capitol. You have just undergone an experimental procedure, developed by Capitol scientists, that uses the effects of insanity to produce ongoing Psychic visions."

What? I've under gone what to produce what?

I don't understand what she's saying. The capital has experimented on me? They've taken my insanity and what? My head hurts too much for me to process anything.

"What?" I ask.

"Honey, they injected you with a formula that takes your insanity and uses it to help you see Psychic visions of the future, for the Capitol's convenience." She looks upset, like she doesn't like what she's saying. The robot has disappeared.

"I'm not insane anymore?" I'm not crazy? I'm not crazy! I'm –

"No Annie, I'm afraid there are still some effects of insanity that remain." She catches the crestfallen look on my face and hastily adds, "You're still insane, Annie, to the Capitol. But I deem you to be semi-sane now. Many effects of your insanity are gone. Although, your Psychic abilities will bring new effects, so it may appear that you are still insane to most people. And it is likely you could be driven fully insane by the visions you see".

I think I might start screaming again. They've replaced my insanity with another kind of insanity, telling everyone I'm still insane, and telling me I could be driven completely insane. They're crazy, all of them, no one can see the future! I feel an episode coming on, I open my mouth to scream and she covers it with her hand yelling

"Wait! Don't scream! I'm on your side! I'm here to help you through your visions and teach you to manage them!" She looks a bit desperate. I stare at her. They even have a doctor for the insane who apparently can see the future, and will be driven even more insane by it.

"When you woke up, what did you see?" I won't tell her about Finnick, I won't! He's my secret!

Then I remember the girl, and I start crying.

Doctor Santios strokes my hair and tells me that it's ok, I can tell her. I focus on her dark purple hair and the faint golden symbol shimmering on her forehead until I can breathe again. My head stops hurting a little.

I stammer through the dream, or I guess it's a 'vision' now, telling her about the girl, the rocks, the manically grinning boy, and how he cuts her throat. My doctor looks a bit green, but maybe it's the lighting.

She pulls out a pad of paper and records something on it, my 'vision' I guess. I'm sceptical about this whole 'Psychic vision' thing. Are they trying to make me even more insane? Are they still testing to see if I am insane? It can't be real? ...Can it?

Doctor Santios tells me that if I have a 'vision' I need to call for her straight away. She tells me nothing in my visions can hurt me, I'm only watching what will happen. I'm supposed to practice some breathing exercises and relax my mind to see if I can have another 'vision'. She also puts a small bottle of pills on the table out of my reach. She instructs me that if the visions get too much for me she will have someone give me two pills. I contemplate taking the pills anyway to stop my head throbbing.

Then she leaves.

I don't know how long I was in the lab for, overnight I guess, as Finnick and Mags didn't notice I was gone, and it was only early morning when woke again on the train. I had two more 'visions' after my doctor left. One was of a girl hunting with a bow and arrow. The second, Mags on the train wearing a purple shawl and telling Finnick that she doesn't like crab pie, and Finnick reacting in surprise as he tells her he had gotten her one for her birthday for the past 3 years thinking they were her favourite. Mags said the stray cats always had a good meal on those days.

I didn't understand them, but it was the last vision that made me believe what Doctor Santios told me, that I am the Capitol's Psychic experiment. Because when I woke up again, in my room on the train, and run outside to see if it was all a dream, there was Mags in her purple shawl, telling Finnick she doesn't like crab pie.

I crumple and have a pretty bad episode, screaming and crying and raving about the Capitol and Visions. Finnick holds me and desperately asks what is wrong.

Eventually, the story comes out, and I have the bruises on my arm from the needles to prove it. Finnick and Mags are furious, horrified, but they believe. I wonder what the Capitol has done to them.

Finnick and Mags are the only one I tell, because President Snow arrives in the next few hours and requests a private chat.

He tells me there will always be a Capitol attendant with me in District 4 that will record my visions to be sent back to the Capitol for people to review and decide if what to do about them.

I must always tell the attendant what I've seen. Always. If I don't, people will be hurt. Doctor Santios will ring me once a week to check up on me and hear some visions personally to check my progress. I will always have a bottle of pills to take if necessary, like the ones in the room, Doctor Santios insisted on it. Snow doesn't look too happy about this, but he still lets his attendant push a bottle into me trembling hands.

If I tell anyone about what has happened to me, not only will they be killed, but their families and friends as well. I nearly start screaming at this moment, but I force myself to hold it in, hold it in until he's gone.

Then he tells me that no one else has ever survived the process besides me. I am the only one. Everyone else died on the operating table, or after the first vision. He tells me that only the insane can be turned into Psychics. I feel glad for a moment that he won't turn anyone else into a Psychic, to suffer as I will; until he says that sometimes he still has sane people undergo the procedure because it is a very painful way to die, and I know. I know he is threatening me.

Tell anyone, and they die by undergoing the insane procedure I have just survived. At that moment, when he threatens me so terribly, his snake eyes glinting, I know I will never be fully sane again.

I am wearing my best, best green dress, and my hair is shiny and tumbles in waves down my back to my waist. My mother has tied a green ribbon in my hair, saying she "wants me to look pretty just in case". Then she tears up and has to leave the room. My father tells me it'll be ok, I won't be chosen. My name is only in the draw 6 times.

I stand in a group of other seventeen year old girls. Sarlie finds her way to my side and we grasp hands, just like we have done every year that our names have been in the draw. She looks lovely in her yellow dress. I pray she isn't reaped.

I glance at the stage, where all our Victors sit in front of the Justice Building in the Main Square. There are 17 still alive. Only 6 sit on the stage, 4 who want to go to the Capitol, for the food, the people and the luxury I guess, and 2 who volunteered to be mentors. We can have more than two mentors; once there was even 6 mentors! But I guess only two volunteered this year. Mags, who is about 80, always volunteers. She speaks a little weirdly, I think maybe she had a stroke a while back, after a particularly brutal games.

Finnick is the other mentor. I stare at him for a while, taking in his features. His beautiful sea-green eyes, the wavy bronze hair, his lips, cheeks, arms, legs, everything. Then he turns and looks directly at me, as if he knew I was watching, and we gaze at each other for what feels like forever, until the trumpets begin to play and we are jolted back to reality. Finnick gives me a worried look, as if trying to say 'please don't get picked' and I remember the two kisses we have shared before today.

The first was after I finished one afternoon at the Apothecary. It was pouring down rain and the sky was dark with clouds. I ran out of the Apothecary, intent on running all the way home, and crashed straight into Finnick's chest. We had been talking a lot this week, and he even gave me a flower one day.

Even though he was two years older than me, an inexperienced 17 year old, I already knew that I was in love with him, and of course I blushed furiously. He gave me a beautiful smile and steadied me with his hands. We stared at each other for a second, me with all the love I could pour into my eyes, and him with a kind of desperate longing, and then we were kissing.

I don't know who started it, but we were both kissing so furiously that I have no doubt that he wanted it too. I don't know how long it lasted, but it seemed a life time. We were thoroughly soaked when we broke apart, arms still wrapped around each other. Finnick gave me a sheepish grin, whispered "see you tomorrow" in my ear, stroked my cheek, and then walked off into the rain, whistling.

I danced the whole way home practically glowing, giddy with happiness.

The second time it happened I was on the beach, just wandering up and down in the evening light, thinking of Marcin. It had been nearly two years since he had passed away. I was getting quite teary when suddenly Finnick appeared, walking quite quickly towards me. I stopped and watched him almost run to me. He grabbed my face and pressed it to his, his mouth moving desperately against mine. This kiss was different from the first, it was desperate, rougher. He was clinging to me like his life depended on it. I sighed his name.

When we broke apart I asked what was wrong and he replied "don't get picked, Annie.", and walked off over the sand dunes.

I realised later that he meant at the reaping next week. "Don't get picked, Annie". Don't get picked in the Games.

And so, of course, I did.

One minute I'm holding Sarlie's hand, the next, Nina Bendine, the District 4 escort from the Capitol, is reading out my name.

"Annie Cresta"

I'm frozen, looking at Finnick in terror. I hear Sarlie whimper beside me.

Hands push me to the stage.

I'm wooden, no feelings but terror, terror, terror. My heart beats a horrifying tattoo on my ribs. Terror, terror, terror. Finnick's face, frozen for a split second in desperation, horror, pain. Sarlie's whimpers in the crowd. My mother, fainting on the sidelines, caught by my father who holds her up with the help of another man so the peacekeepers don't notice and punish her. Finnick's face, filed with pain, horror, anger.

Terror, terror, terror

Nina Bendine's voice penetrates through the terror filled haze in my brain.

"Tommin Abraham"

Oh, no. No! NO! Anyone but him! Anyone! It's not real, it's not him!

Tommin is Sarlie's little brother.

Thank-you for reading.