Guess what I'm in the midst of writing? A sort of sequel… Yes that's right, be excited Ha-ha.
Damn you internet! I have been on my computer almost all day and I guess I wasn't in the mood for writing sorry!
I'm glad you guys all like Opal!
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Finnick Odair
"Okay. You have to act normal." I whispered to Opal as we walked towards Annie's house. Opal didn't even bother to put sandals, sand already clung to her small feet.
"I am normal!" she glared up at me, though her green eyes looked more innocent than evil.
The traces of last night's storm didn't seem to exist. The sun hung high in the sky there wasn't any trace of clouds. When we reached Annie's victor house, her grandpa opened the door, knowing that I would be coming.
"Is Mags here?" Opal asked excitedly, she loved talking to Mags, she was her role model to Opal. Everything Mags said seemed to be engraved into her head.
"Uh yes." Felix, Annie's grandpa blinked. When Opal skipped in he looked at me to explain "Oh, that's my sister Opal. I hope you don't mind that I brought her."
"Oh, of course not!" He waved me in.
"So how's she doing?"
"She woke up and wouldn't fall back asleep during the thunderstorm. She just stared out the window. I stayed up with her."
I felt a pang of guilt. I wasn't there to stay up with her.
"Where is she now?" Sometimes when I would come over she would be asleep or sitting on the couch, but I couldn't see her anywhere.
"Outside." He pointed to the window.
I walked over and peered out. She was dangerously close to the water, but she didn't seem afraid. Annie sat cross legged and stared out to the sea. I was sort of shocked to see her out there.
"I was making breakfast…" Felix started to explain "and when I turned around she was out the door and heading towards the water. But she didn't go in, she sat down when I got there. I can't get her in. But she seems… at ease outside. I check out the window every five minutes and she's fine. But I'm nervous, soon I have to go back to work. What if she goes outside when I'm not home? "
"I'm sure Mags will come and visit her, my sister too. Hell even I will when I'm not at the Capitol-," I broke off, realizing that Felix wouldn't really know what I'm talking about. "Uh… sometimes I have to go to meetings at the Capitol. You know, just stuff with the mentors. "
He frowned "Will Annie have to do that too?"
Not if I had anything to do with it. "No, she shouldn't have too. The Capitol wouldn't like that…" I broke off "I mean-,"
"No. I understand what the Capitol is like. I know what you mean."
"Her doctor told me she doesn't have to mentor." I told him, he seemed almost happy about that.
"Does she have to go on the Victors Tour then?"
"Unfortunately." I muttered.
"Can we go see Annie now?" I heard a voice behind us, Opal stood at the archway leading to the kitchen. I gave Felix an apologetic look.
"Okay. See you later."
We walked out of the doorway. When we reached Annie she didn't even turn around.
"Hi Annie." Opal said causally and sat down beside her. I warned her that she might not answer and not to take it so personally.
A few minutes went by and nothing happened, I slowly sat down behind them.
"It's okay if you don't want to speak." Opal said while getting more comfortable. "Sometimes you don't have anything to say, besides I got time. I bet you're a great listener." She sighed. "I have heard rumours about you. People say you are crazy. I don't think you're crazy necessarily, just… damaged."
Damaged was a good word to describe Annie. Actually it was a great word to describe any victor, broken beyond repair. Only time could heal, if people wanted the healing process to become quicker they would resort to drug or alcohol but it wouldn't heal them only injured them more. But no matter what as soon as you were flown out of the arena your life would be different. No matter how strong or how brave you always became impaired, even if it was just a little bit. But in some cases it was a lot, like Annie.
"You think to hard maybe." Opal said to Annie, I frowned about to say something "I don't mean that in a bad way, you're… lost in your thoughts I guess. Everyone does it. the difference is yours are bad memories and thoughts."
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My father once told me fishing was so much like life: you needed to be patient. My father had a lot of that, unlike myself who seemed to have only a little. But yet I was patient for Annie. For the past days I went to see her. I liked to think she waited for me at the beach. Sometimes Opal would come, but she had to go to school. So I spent my days tying knots and trying to have a conversation with Annie. I wondered if she even heard me. I would stay pretty much all day with her, when her father came home from work late she would come in, but it was like her body was on autopilot and her movements were robotic.
My dad also told me it takes ten times as long to put yourself back together as it does to fall apart, I believed it. The victors of the Hunger Games were living proof.
In a day I had to go back to the Capitol, I didn't want to leave anyone. Opal said she would watch over Annie (I smiled at that, I think Opal like being the one responsible). I had to stay there for three weeks, for three weeks I wouldn't be seeing my family, Annie and the other victors. I had so many secrets bottled up inside of me and they were desperately trying to get out. But I couldn't do that, I couldn't tell anyone. It was too risky. Then why were the words slipping out of my mouth?
"It would be nice to hear your voice before I go to the Capitol little mermaid." I said.
Silence.
What could I do to make her hear me? First I waved my hand in front of her face "Just one word Annie? Please?"
Nothing.
"I'm secretly a woman." I said, hoping that she would turn to me in shock, of course she didn't. "I'm actually secretly ugly. In the Capitol they rearranged my face, I guess they were successful." I started to ramble hoping she would get made and tell me to shut up. Anything would be nice to hear from her.
"Okay, I'm going to get serious now."
No, Finnick don't tell her, you will burden her so much.
It's not like she can hear you
Still, it was not worth the risk.
Just. Do. It.
"I… uh… Annie." I coughed "I have to tell you something."
NO! DO NOT DO IT!
"Presidant Snow, makes me sell myself for money."
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MUAHAHA cliff hanger! I feel evil, I hope it's okay. I hope you guys like it because I loved the idea, but as I was finishing it I'm like "What if they think it's stupid? Will they like it?"