I'M ALIVE!

Also I'm back in writing. I have lots more ideas. One has to do with my other story I wrote, I'll give you a hint. It's not this one, or The Capitol Games… For those of you who read it will know what I'm talking about. Also I have an idea for a fanfiction for The Mortal Instruments.

Sorry for the very short and bad chapter last time. I was writing it in a hotel and my family was running around and I hate it when they're like "What are you doing?" and they try to read my story. So I was distracted.

You guys are finnicking amazing for being so patient. Thank you

I don't own the Hunger Games.

Sorry this took so long in the day to make! I was checking up on all the things I missed (casting news, youtube videos. I know excuses excuses).

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I walked around dazed and confused. The mixture of blood and rose was making me dizzy. One of the large thorns brushed against my bare shoulder, leaving a long cut, but it didn't break the skin. It was the first time in weeks that I was away from the hospital. My legs wobbled when I found my way out of the maze of flowers, trying to avoid the sharp thorns. There was a large balcony high up in the air. You could see almost all of the Capitol, since it was so high up the vehicles looked like insects scurrying around, I wanted to squish them all.

President Snow sat at a table, directly across from him was an empty seat. When I came in he got up "Hello Annie."

I nodded and tried not to stare at his haunting serpent like eyes. So instead I stared at his lips. They were to puffy to be natural, he went through the Capitol surgery's to try to look younger. It didn't work. "Hello."

"Come sit." He instructed me.

I settled down at the chair, on the table was some tea, and some sort of biscuits. In the center of the table was a crystal vase full of roses. "You seem to like roses." I mused.

Snow set down his teacup and smiled. It wasn't a happy smile, it was more like a cruel dark smile. "Yes I do. There is just something about them that brings me to them. They're beautiful but deadly."

His snake eyes went to my scratched shoulder. I nervously rubbed it, feeling vulnerable in the flimsy dress.

He cleared his throat and grabbed a biscuit. "Help yourself." After he finished slowly chewing one he continued. "You are very lucky to be alive Annie."

I nodded and politely took a tiny sip out of the tea. It was already cold. "I know Sir."

"Some may say it was a… mistake that you won."

My heart quickened. Try to keep it together Annie, if you're a good girl you will be going home soon. "Really?"

President Snow narrowed his eyes. "I will just get down to the point. It was a mistake you won. The Capitol citizens and I don't like the way you acted at the interviews after the Games."

How I acted? "It wasn't an act Sir."

He gave me a look that said otherwise Annie. "Everyone now thinks of you as the mad girl from District 4. You will be remember, but not for the right reasons."

I tried my best not to cower from him. The man frightened me so much. His glare imprinted into my mind and would stay there forever.

"I-I'm sorry if I did anything wrong." I mumbled staring at the starch white table cloth.

"This is my warning to you Annie Cresta." My name on his lips came out bitter, like he despised the fact that I was still alive and sitting at his table. "If you have any more outbursts…" His voice trailed off.

But I got the memo. If I do anything bad in the Capitol's eyes, my life and perhaps the people that I love life are going to be cut short. My hands started to tremble so I put them underneath the table.

"You are dismissed."

I stood up and was about to bolt. President Snow watched me walk away, but he had to have the last word "Be very careful Annie. It would be appreciated if you do not speak of this conversation."

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By the time I came back to the hospital I was in near tears. But they wouldn't come. I almost wished I could cry, to give me some reassurance. What was left of my family could be gone. I dug my fingernails into my palm, trying to feel something to make me cry. The tears still didn't come when we got to the hospital.

When we entered I immediately saw Finnick. He charged over with a murderous glare at the doctor and Peacekeepers, surrounding me.

"I can take her to her room." He glowered at them.

He grabbed my shoulder and led me down an empty hallway. His eyes looked surprisingly vulnerable. "What did he say to you?" He demanded. My back was up pressed up against the wall. I was so close to Finnick I could his eyes surprisingly bright. Like he was trying to hold back tears.

"W-what?"

"What did he make you do?" His voice shook.

"Nothing!" Besides threaten me.

"You're lying!" His eyes swam, "Tell me. Please!"

I can't Finnick. I wish I could but I can't.