AHH! I just have to tell someone this because I am so excited (you know that feeling when you find something so awesome and you have to share it? Yea, I have that right now), but I just saw the trailer for The Walking Dead season three and it looks fricken amazing! I love the show and recently I started to read the comic books, so I am freaking out!

Anyways, sorry about my fangirl moment, I am leaving to drive up to the airport on the 15th and on the 16th I am leaving, I will try to write on the way there but I have failed to write more. I don't know why it's something I can't do. I am so sorry! Hopefully you can wait about a week, unless I have Wi-Fi connection.

I do not own the Hunger Games.

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Annie Cresta

But sometimes oceans could be weaker. Just like me. Caesar Templesmith was already on, amusing the Capitol citizens. My fingers nervously felt the blue-green material as the anthem boomed at my ear. As I walked out the citizens applauded crazily. My two mentors gave me encouraging looks and my stylist and prep team waved frantically from the front row.

"Hello Annie Cresta! It's very nice to see you again!" Caesar bowed.

I gave a little smile and said politely "You too Caesar."

He led me over to the victor's throne. It was a large ornament throne, it made me feel powerful sitting on it. But I wasn't powerful. The audience clapped even louder. Feeling giddy, I gave a little wave.

Caesar complimented me and made a few jokes, and then he settled down into his chair. I wasn't ready to see my fellow tributes die again, I quietly started to hyperventilate.

The first half hour focused on the reapings, chariot rides, training, training scores and then the interviews. I had no idea how they managed to compress days' worth of stuff into an half an hour. It was depressing seeing Maxem on stage. Smiling, laughing, and breathing. I felt tears threaten to escape my eyes but I managed not to cry. I saw Alanna smiling during the chariot ride and I dug my fingers into the pretty fabric of the dress.

There was a detailed coverage of the bloodbath, I managed to block out most of it. It showed my near death experience with the male tribute and the girl from 6.

It was odd, I knew what happened and I knew I won, but yet at the same time I was scared. Maybe I actually did die, and this was how it would be for all eternity.

Finnick Odair

Everything was going well. No slip ups, no wrong answers until Maxem's death was broadcasted again. It was like watching Annie for the second time. She snapped. Annie abruptly got up and screamed. What was going on? She ran off the stage. I got up as fast as I could, jumped onto the stage and went sprinting after her.

When I found her she was thrashing and shrieking in the grips of Peacekeepers. I jogged over "Hey! Let her go!"

When they didn't I grabbed her wrist "Here, I got her. I won't let her go."

Annie stopped screaming and calmed down slightly. I could feel her heart fluttering fast. I whispered in her ear "We'll take in private later, I promise you will be okay. Just remember; if you get through this fine you will go home."

That might be a lie. What if President Snow threatened Annie like he threatened me and other victors? But my lie seemed to calm Annie down slightly, which was what mattered.

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Mags and I waited anxiously outside of the hospital room. We were on the dark blue tile floor. Nobody even offered us chairs, I would be fine with it, but Mags. Poor, sweet and tired Mags. People at the Capitol didn't seem to acknowledge her, some even have her looks of disgust because apparently she looked 'wrinkly'.

"What happens now?" I asked her.

"I don't know." She said, but the look in her timeless green eyes said otherwise. There were some things you don't speak of in the Capitol. Victor's actual lifestyle was one of them.

It seemed like hours until a doctor with a shaven head and black eyes came out, he smiled and waved goodbye too Annie, when he shut the door his face fell.

I got up and helped Mags up. "What happened? Is she okay?" I demanded to know.

"Annie is… unhinged." He said with his deep voice.

"Physically she's fine. But mentally she isn't. But we will fix her."

I almost snapped it wasn't her fault she was like that! It was their fault! The Games. The stupid, vile, cruel and evil games, they made her like that.

"What is wrong?" Mags asked, noticing my anger.

"That's the thing, most victors are fine, you know besides there appearances…"

I blocked him out because I didn't want to hear it. Most victors volunteered to be in the Games, most victors were from District 1, 2 and the occasional year District 4.

"…so we will run some tests-,"

"What kind of tests?" I demanded, interrupting the doctor entirely.

"To see what her illness is, or if she even has one."

"You think she's faking it?"

He shrugged, I almost hit him then and there.

"Can we see her?" Mags gave me a warning look.

"Oh, of course. I'll leave you two to it then." He walked away.

We walked in. Annie was out of her pretty dress, and was in a hospital gown. All the glamour and makeup was already washed off of her. She sat cross legged on the bed and a grey blanket was draped over her. Her green eyes looked slowly over in our direction.

"Hi little mermaid." I said nervously.

She smiled a little, Mags walked over towards a chair by her bed and sat down.

"You said I would be going home after the interview. I guess I'm not anymore huh?" Annie asked timidly.

She looked so tiny and fragile in the bed. I didn't want to break her vulnerable and damaged soul ever more. So I walked over and sat on the bed with her. Without thinking I wrapped my arms around and whispered in her ear "I promise we will get you home soon. I promise."