Sorry for the late upload, I've been busy with church the whole day. So here's chapter 3, the final chapter (so far). A lot of you have been saying I should continue? Maybe I will. It depends, cause the only reason I started this was to relax after studying for my Finals. So I'm not really sure if I have time for a full story. But I'll try!
Again, thanks so much for all the reviews! Love ya guys! xoxo
For Finnick
She whimpered, hoarsely, the sound almost undetectable. Months of screaming his name, only resulted in her throat going dry, her voice disappearing completely.
Annie Cresta wanted to cry. She had to. But no tears came. They hadn't for weeks.
In the beginning, she just rocked back and forth, on the floor of her apartment. Weeping silently, mourning his death. Her tears rolled down her cheeks, her shirt damp. Everyday, it was the same. Just rocking. Back and forth. Back and forth. But rocking couldn't bring him back. Nothing could.
Then the screaming came. Maybe if she shouted his name to the heavens, someone up there would take pity on her. Send him back down to Earth. Apologize for the mistake. For the robbing of such a good soul from the face of this Earth could have been nothing but a mistake.
But now, her tears were exhausted, her voice gone. She could only resort to whimpering, to hoarsely whispering his name.
Her body shook with grief. Why? Why did he have to go and leave her, all alone in this huge world. A world that she could no longer stand. A world that she despised. She wasn't like him, accepted into this world, instantly popular. No, she was the freak, the weirdo, even before the Games. It only got worse after.
People expected Victors to be, well, victorious. They expected them to rejoice. To celebrate. To live a rich and pampered life ahead. They only remembered the good parts, see. They envision victory to be the glory, the riches, the title of being a Victor.
What people don't remember is the training beforehand, the killing. They don't remember that, to gain allies, you had to force yourself to grin and make friends, to allow yourselves to grow closer to other children that you would eventually have to kill.
That was what had broken her. Seeing her ally, her district partner, beheaded like a convict, shamelessly, even though he did nothing wrong. But she didn't blame them. No, they had done nothing wrong as well. It was the Capitol that was to blame.
He knew that too. Its why he enlisted in the war. To fight. For her, really. He had wanted to avenge her, to avenge Marvin, to avenge all the fallen tributes, who died under their cruel and heartless regime. So it was all her fault, really. Everything was.
Just then, Annie decided let go all the last strands of hope she had. There was, after all, no more hope left in the world. What could she live for?
A kick interrupted her thoughts. Only a gentle one. But one that could well be the most precious in the world. A reminder, that perhaps, there was more left in this world than she thought.
For the baby, she decided.
For Finnick.