Annie Cresta.

That night I had a silent freak out in my room.

Finnick Odair kissed me!

But a voice crept in the back of my mind. Probably just using an innocent girl destined to die. Besides, it was just on the cheek. But my mind couldn't decide, But what if it did mean something?

Did it? Did it mean something? I huffed and sat down on the lush bed. Stretching out like a cat my hand slid under my pillow, and I grabbed my green dress that I wore at the reaping. I brought close to my chest and felt the silky material. This was one of the only dresses I own, I felt very pretty when I got ready at the reapings, but then remembered what it was for. It was for the reapings. For the Games.

The Games. I stuffed my face into my dress, the dress smelt like the beaches of District 4 and sunshine. It smelt like home. I didn't want to die, I felt tears spring to my eyes and I wiped them away quickly, feel worthless. I was weak compared to the others. A weird and loud choking noise escaped my throat and I bit my lip from any other sounds escaping my throat.

I slowly curled up into a tight ball and fell asleep.

In my dream I was at the Capitol in a large banquet room. Large tables were filled with endless amounts of food that could probably the entire District 4 population. Soft and sweet music played; making me want to dance. Capitol people would walk up, there big and chunky accessories would tickle me nose, or brush against my bare arms. What were they celebrating? Finnick was there and see seemed to look so devastated. Max and Mags were there too. Every single Capitol woman seemed to be stuck to him like he was a magnet and they were some sort of metal.

I walked up to Finnick. "What's wrong?"

He didn't answer me, and then Mags came over "I'm sorry Finnick. I'm sorry we couldn't save her."

Save who? I waved my hands in front of his face "Finnick! Who didn't you save?"

Mags hugged him. "I miss her too Fin. I miss Annie too."

What was she talking about? I'm right here! "Mags! I'm fine! I'm here!"

She didn't hear me. Then I realized; I died in the Hunger Games. I woke up screaming.

"Shh Annie! Shh- Ow! What the hell?" A voice cried out.

I dared to open my eyes to see Finnick glaring down at me, rubbing his now red cheekbone. "Why did you hit me?"

"S-s-sorry." I stammered. "I had a nightmare."

"Are you okay Annie? What was it about? You can tell me you know." Finnick told me while sitting on my bed. I was still in my training clothes. Finnick eyed me. "You might want to get into some pajamas."

I quietly got up, went into the closet grabbing some red pajamas and turned towards Finnick. "Wait here." I told him.

After quickly changing, washing my face and brushing my teeth, I left the bathroom. To my relief, Finnick was still there, waiting patiently at the end of my bed.

"I had lost the Games in my dream." Was all I said, breaking the silence. It was so dark I the room that I couldn't see Finnick anymore, but I could feel the heat radiating off of him. "I was some sort of ghost I think. Nobody could see me, but I could see them. Mags was there, Max and you were too."

"So you were dreaming about me eh?" Finnick asked lightly, trying to make me feel better, I felt better with him being here anyways. I felt… safe with Finnick, like nothing could hurt me or him.

I chuckled lightly and sighed. "I don't think I'll be able to sleep again tonight."

"Why?"

"I'm scared the nightmares will come back." I whispered quietly.

There was a long silence but Finnick finally spoke. "I could… protect you… if you want."

Unsure what to do I blurted "Okay."

I laid down and Finnick laid next to me, he wrapped his arms around me and we fit perfectly together, like spoons.

"Is this… okay?"

My heart fluttered "Y-yes."

"My mom used to tell me this little poem." Finnick whispered. "Do you want to hear it?"

I nodded, hopefully he could see me in the dark.

I guess he did because he began

"I saw you in the ocean,

I saw you in the sea,

I saw you in the bathtub,

Oops! Pardon me!"

I giggled. "Your mom told you that?"

"Yea. I was a little boy when I first was told it."

I snuggled into his arms, and asked sleepily "Do you ever miss your mom when you're in the Capitol?"

"Actually my mom died."

I gasped, that seemed to wake me up "I'm so sorry! I had no-,"

"I know." Finnick interrupted. "I know. Now go to bed."

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When I woke up the next morning Finnick was gone. Which made me wonder if last night even happened. No it had to be. The blankets on the other side of the bed were rumbled.

I quickly got up, changed into my training outfit, and braided my hair into a fishtail braid. The door creaked loudly when I left.

The only person at the table was Mags. She was sitting there buttering her toast.

Mags looked up and smiled "Hello Annie."

I sat down across from her and grabbed a pale purple melon, biting into it. The juices tasted sweet and tangy.

"So how did you sleep?" Mags asked sweetly.

She knew. And she knew I knew.

"Uh okay…" I tried to say as casually as I could.

Mags didn't push thankfully and she started to bring up interview strategies. "To get more sponsors you could try sexy."

I started to giggle "I don't think I would be able to pull that off."

Mags nodded "I don't think you could either, you're very beautiful in an innocent kind of way. Perhaps a kinder and gentler approach will be better for you."

I nodded "Okay."

"After training we'll have a whole day to practice for the interviews, then it will be the interviews of course, and then the Games."

It hit me like a slap in the face. The Games. The Games will be coming in two days. I might only have two more days to live.