So, Mockingjay is way more awesome than I remember, and covering it may take more chapters than I had actually intended. In order to keep things detailed but not painstakingly drawn out, I'm going to mix point of views, tastefully. So, we'll see how this goes. Happy Reading and enjoy! :)

Poem: "A Dream Within A Dream." Edgar Allan Poe

Falling: the Civil Wars.

"…rebel leader." They talked in whispers around my bed.

"He can't handle that." A man objected.

The woman insisted. "Of course he can, and he will."

Remnants of a conversation, loose ends of ideas always floated around here. I kept my eyes closed. The hospital wing was always full of visitors and people waiting to see me, waiting to give me orders. "Finnick?" They called, a cold, rough hand nudging me. "Finnick?"

I peered through one eye and decided it was time to wake up, "What?" I barked. My voice was hoarse from the games still.

Coin glared at me. "We need you to cooperate." Alma Coin, a stern older woman, president of District Thirteen. Something about her was off. She didn't think I understood. "We need you to cooperate." I glared back at her, still silent. "Finnick," She repeated, "We need you to cooperate." My eyes whirred around as I studied the room; my stare was fixated on the rope beside me. They had cut the rope bracelet from my wrist to replace it with a plastic hospital band that second as a tracking device. I hated the attendants. I fought them until the sedatives kicked in. I broke one's hand. That was the one that took the old rope bracelet from me. They thought I was crazy and going mad like the poor girl that was supposed to be home in District Four waiting for me. But I knew Snow better than all of Thirteen…she wasn't in Four. She was in a much worse place.

I let them think I'd gone crazy. Nothing mattered. They wouldn't let me go home to her. They wouldn't let me try to find her. They wouldn't let me save her. I always thought about her. It was constant. My thoughts revolved around her. I would see her beautiful green eyes in my sleep. I would hear her sweet laugh in the ward. Any girl with long flowing brown hair, I would search, but find their beauty never compared. She was gone, and I wasn't sure if she was ever coming back.

I heard word of my parents.

They kept me sedated for two weeks before I stopped threatening and resisting my help. It was my punishment for risking everything for a damned hole-filled plot against a reigning government. I was a fool. A fool thinking I could save my family from injustice and thinking I could save her… They were all gone. I thought of her because she was the last I had. She was it. She was the only person who loved me always. I waited for her, because she waited for me. But I didn't want to wait for her! I wanted to save her! "Annie." I muttered. The faces of the dead ran through my mind. Thomas was the first. I missed him and loathed him. He did something I couldn't. He risked it all but saved her life, and I-I end up safe and she's at their hand. Then my parents and brother. Innocent. Innocent blood spilled like the Crestas. This felt so close to hell, and each moment without her made that more evident. Annie. My Annie, trapped on a hook to be my bait. My sweet, strong, innocent Annie.

"Finnick, please listen," Coin was annoyed. She paced around the room.

I ignored her request, still staring at the rope on the nightstand. "What are they doing in the Capitol?" I asked her with an angry stare. I became incredibly focused. They could have rescued her. Instead they gave her up to be tortured for my crimes, for their crimes. They all suffered. My mind was rampant. Were they beating her? What were they asking her? What could they ask her? She knew nothing!

Coin wasn't pleased with the topic I chose, "Finnick I need you to listen, we want you as a rebel leader." She told me. It was obvious she was becoming annoyed. She didn't hide it like most people.

But I didn't care. "Is Annie ok?" I became desperate.

"Finnick…" She started, her temper was rising.

I dismissed her warning tone, "I heard you Coin, is Annie ok? What are they doing in the Capitol?" I asked, challenging her.

Her lips tightened and she inched closer to me with a threatening glower. Haymitch and another guard stopped her, "He's useless right now, Coin."

Haymitch was right. All I could think of was Annie's safety. She wasn't really crazy. She was stable. But what if she said something…anything…No. I didn't tell her anything. I hated the secrets I kept from her, but this was the first time I was glad I did. She was stable, right?

She was already so broken before…but she's strong. She's my Annie. My thoughts drifted and I often remembered past moments with her. Her beautiful smile, the way she never backed down, everything about her. Was she ok? God, I prayed for her safety. My eyelids grew heavy and within seconds, I was trapped in a forced sleep again, only to hear her screaming. I needed to get her back.

...

A scream escaped my lips. I never slept. The Capitol was going to kill Finnick. The rebels would be destroyed. I was reminded of that every day.

"Oh, no. It costs a lot more than your life. To murder innocent people? It costs everything you are." My mind tuned in and out of the interview. My mind lingered on Finnick, until it was forced to surrender from attacks, whether they be from my own subconscious or Capitol induced. I sat huddled in my cell, hearing only odds and ends of Peeta's interview with Caesar. My fingers traced lines and swirls in the dirt on the concrete ground. "…I'm calling for a cease-fire." Peeta's voice rang out. Simultaneously Johanna's scream rang out through the glass walls of her prison chamber.

Rage seared the walls of my heart. He was a traitor, destroying everything for which Finnick and Johanna risked their lives! They hauled Peeta into the cells, the cells where we were beat mercilessly, the cells where they kept us trapped like dirty, filthy rats. He backed up to the bars offering me a soft smile. In anger, I launched my arms through the bars, clinging to his throat. Peacekeepers rushed into my cell, pulling me from him. It was an unexpected act of violence. With a new strength, I slammed them against the wall running to him, kissing him on the forehead and slapping him across the cheek.

I had lost myself. "Take this kiss upon the brow!" I screamed at the blond-haired boy. I wanted to destroy him. I couldn't remember why. The Peacekeepers peeled me off him, restraining me as I fought.

The boy with blond hair watched with sympathy, "Get your hands off her," He told them calmly. He looked tired, he looked a little hungry, a little weak.

Suddenly, I didn't want to hurt him. My body relaxed. "And, in parting from you now," I whispered, pushing his hair back. They pulled me back to my cell, and the boy's face morphed into a dream. He became the handsome one. The beautiful one that I found some identity in. "Thus much let me avow-you are not wrong, who deem that my days have been a dream; yet if hope has flown away in a night, or in a day…" I said, cowering back into the dimly lit corner. I didn't want to speak, but I couldn't stop reciting the old poem I learned a long time ago.

The Peacekeepers dragged the boy to his cell beside mine and after locking us away, they disappeared as well. "Annie, come back," The blond haired boy cooed.

Anger surged again, "Traitor!" I snapped, but lost my sight again, "In a vision, or in none, is it therefore the less gone?" I shouted out, letting my voice ring loudly throughout the chamber.

"Annie, be quiet," The boy pleaded.

But I couldn't. I knew I should have, but I couldn't. My voice kept ringing loudly. I wanted to fight with Finnick. I wanted to be with Finnick. He was becoming clearer in my mind. I sounded on involuntarily. The poem spilled out like breathing. "All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream. Just a dream within a dream," I cried. He was gone. I would never see him again. I was bait. He would come for me and die. Or he was already dead and I was next. He was gone. Finn….

I couldn't breathe, my chest tightened. "I stand amid the roar of a surf-tormented shore….and I-I hold within-within my hand grains of the golden sand…" My fingers scratched the dirty floors, searching for the comforts of my old home. I was trapped in a gray box. My heart was breaking. I cried. Tears spilled over my eyelashes, streaming down my face.

"How few!" I breathed, salt water tears lingered on my lips. The taste of the ocean that I once remembered. I didn't try to stop this attack. I just cried. "Yet how they creep through my fingers to the deep, while I weep-while I weep! …I can't stop weeping," I sobbed, letting my trembling hands reach up to my cheeks. I wiped the tears from my face, only to leave shallow scratches along my skin. My hands wrapped around the base of my neck, ignoring the sore bruises already there.

The boy was quiet. "Oh God!" I wailed. "Can I not grasp them with a tighter clasp? Oh God! Can I not save one from the pitiless wave? Is that all we see or seem but a dream within a dream? Is this a dream?" I remembered the faces from my past: The woman who looked very much like me, the quiet man with the kind eyes, another woman with the boisterous smile and two men who resembled each other and the handsome boy that always haunted my dreams. I wept. Mama, are you free? I cried as I thought of her terrible death. It was coming back to me.

Peeta reached out for me, his hand grazing my fingertips. I pulled away quickly, "Keep your hands off me!" I screamed. "You traitorous bastard! Calling a cease-fire!" I was coming back. I am Annie Cresta. I was a victor of the 70th Hunger Games. I loved Finnick Odair. I still love Finnick Odair. I'm being held captive by the Capitol. The rebels are trying to overthrow the Capitol. The Districts are being destroyed. My family is dead. Finnick's family is dead. I have to get back to him.