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He wasn't coming back
Irony. Someone up there must really like irony. It was ironic, how the birth of a new life, came directly after another was stolen. It was ironic, how history repeats itself. It was ironic, how Annie Cresta has succumbed to the horrors of the prison, that they call her mind.
As President Coin went on and on and on, Annie was slowly falling back down into what they call insanity. Maybe that was what it was. But to Annie, words like that have no meaning. They don't tell you how the nightmares will never go away. They don't tell you how everything that was once so familiar, now seems so strange, so unnatural, so fake. They don't tell you how, when your whole world collapses around you, it seems like you'll never see the light again. They don't tell you how you can't even begin to differentiate real from not real, right from wrong, then from now.
The word insanity doesn't even begin to describe what Annie had gone through. What Annie is going through.
She flickered between realities. Only registering a few phrases. "Mutts… bit his head off… he died… quickly…..." And then she was whisked off again, back into her demented nightmares. Seeing again, Marvin, have his head chopped off. His lifeless eyes, on the ground, staring back at her. His jade green eyes, so like Finnick's, but so different, lacking that energy that defined his very being. And then, suddenly, it wasn't Marvin's head on the ground, it was Finnick's.
She screamed.
His tousled bronze hair, a smirk still on his face, the only thing missing was the twinkle of his sea green eyes. She almost reached out, she wanted to shake him, to beat him until he came back. She wanted to see him laugh, and tease her. She wanted to see him wink, that special wink that he reserved just for her. She wanted her Finnick back again.
Again, she was dragged back into reality, by a brush of a hand on her shoulder. President Coin was still rambling on. "… truly sorry… our deepest condolences….. always be remembered". Even the slightest contact, the few phrases that Annie heard, sounded forced. Faked. As if it was all recited from a carefully crafted script. Its not worth it, to listen anymore, she decided.
Rocking back and forth, her head cradled in her lap, she did just that. She stopped listening. She stopped caring. Eventually, the President let herself out. People came and went, some bringing food, others clearing it away after a few days. Eventually, they stopped caring too. They stopped bothering. After all, who cared about the broken woman just down the hallway. Who cared about her insanity?
Only Finnick. But he would never come back.