Annie Cresta

My heart pounded loudly, and I stared in shock, finally I realized that Mags was hurt and I screamed loudly.

Someone came rushing in, "What happened?!" It was Opal.

Mag was breathing still, she looked like she wanted to say something her mouth was open, it was like her brain wasn't letting her speak. I kneeled down next to her, "W-we need to get her some medical attention. Now. "My voice was surprisingly calm.

When Opal stood there I sort of snapped "Come on. Get a victor. Anyone."

Before Opal could do anything a voice said from the door "Hello? I heard screaming. What the hell is going on?'

I almost sighed with relief and slowly stood up "In here! We need to-,"

I broke off when the person stood at the door. Wiley. His eyes widened in shock as he saw Mags on the floor. Why was everyone being so slow? We needed to get Mags to the doctors or healers or something!

"Help!" I cried, "Can you call someone?!" I didn't know which numbers to call because I never had a phone before.

Wiley snapped out of it and ran over to the phone and pressed the buttons multiple times. "H-hello?... Yes, I need someone to come down to Victor Village… Yes, Mags house… Okay, just hurry!" He hung up the phone, his gold eyes blazing "They're coming."

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I sat in one of the uncomfortable hospital chairs and put my head in my hand. Opal and Wiley were besides me. We probably looked like the oddest trio in the hospital; two victors, one declared insane, and the other one stunningly attractive, with a twelve year old girl who was in near tears. She saw me look at her and she turned away and blinked the tears away. I wanted to comfort her, say that it was okay but I had but idea if Mags was. I didn't know if she was alive at all.

"You okay?" said a low voice. Wiley moved to the seat next to Opal. He was comforting her. I slowly put my legs up on the seat and rested my chin on my knees and watched them. I wondered if Wiley and Finnick got along. Did Wiley sell himself like Finnick had too? He was attractive, Capitol citizens loved that.

He talked to her in a low, soothing voice and Opal would nod occasionally and she even smiled once or twice. Opal finally calmed down and stood up.

"Where is she going?" I asked, Wiley sat next to me.

"To the washroom." He shrugged.

"Oh." I said and tried to get more comfortable on the chair.

"You know you could rest your head on my shoulder, if you wanted."

I rolled my eyes "No thanks."

"You sure?" He stretched his long legs out in front of him, and rested his head on his shoulder, the position that he was in made his eyes look larger, and innocent, which wasn't a word I would describe Wiley. "I've been told it's very comfy."

"Seems tempting, thanks, but no thanks." I felt my cheeks redden, Wiley sat right beside me. To close. The only person who had been that close before was Finnick and he kissed me. I hoped Wiley didn't do that.

Somebody cleared their throat and I looked up and saw a nurse in a pink oversized shirt. I abruptly put my feet back on the ground.

"Y-yes?"

"Are you friends or family of Mags?"

"Friends." Wiley and I said in unison.

The nurse nodded, her black hair bounced in her high pony tail. "Mags appeared to have a stroke."

I jerked my head up "Is she okay?"

"She is still living."

I exhaled a big breath, I didn't notice I was holding my breath.

"The kind of stroke she had happen on her left hemisphere. That is the side that controls the right side of your body, it also controls your speech and language abilities." She sighed "It has seems like that part of her brain has been damaged. Mags… so far she has trouble communicating, this is called aphasia."

"W-will she even speak again?" Wiley asked.

"Most patients have recovered, but judging by her age…" She broke off. "She was very lucky that she survived the stroke."

It was a lot to take in. Mags. The stroke. Aphasia. Wiley. Damaged. Opal. Finnick. Finnick. Finnick.

"Can we see her?"

The nurse smiled kindly "Actually visiting hours are over, tomorrow you can come back okay?"

I sadly nodded and turned around. Wiley lead me to find Opal. When we came out we explained what happened. She looked miserable "Oh… okay."

We walked out of the hospital, people watched us as we left. They must have thought crazy Annie Cresta needed a hospital. I heard what people say, I could see they looks they gave me. Parents would cringe when I went by their children. I would probably never be allowed children, but it wasn't like someone would want to have children with the crazy, damaged girl anyways,

"You okay Annie?" Wiley asked interrupting my sorrowing.

"Yea." I mumbled.

That was the only thing I said until we dropped of Opal to a very nervous Mrs. Odair.

Wiley walked me home. "You know," I said "you don't have to walk me home if you have to."

"No." He shook his head. "I have too. You're very vulnerable Annie."

I frowned deeply, "What do you mean?"

"You break easy, but you can put yourself together. One day if afraid you will shatter and no matter what no one will be able to put you back together."

"I don't break easily."

"Oh yes you do Annie." His voice became very quiet, we were just outside my house, it was getting very dark out. My grandpa would be worried.

His golden eyes seemed to burn into my soul. "Goodnight Annie."

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That night I had a horrible dream.I was back in the arena, only this time I was running for my life, the damn was broken and the water was rushing towards me. I heard the screams of the other tributes getting picked up by the large body of water, and I wanted to help, but I didn't. I kept running like a coward. I saw Alanna's tiny body get picked up. She screamed my name.

My feet kept on going, they didn't stop. Finally I tripped over a large log and fell over. Water surrounded me. My nightmare ended. It felt like I was suffocating and I woke up gasping for air and screaming.

Grandpa came in and pulled me into his arms, trying to calm me down from my hysterics. "It's okay Annie." He whispered.

No it wasn't. Finnick was gone, children died, Mags was in the hospital.

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Finnick Odair

I knew the Capitol was full of secrets, but I never knew how many there were. Many of them to my dismay were about President Snow. Secrets with something to do with bottomless greed, and strange sex appeal. Some of them were so graphic I had to stop the woman talking and leave.

Soon I would be departing from the Capitol. As soon as I got home I would be running into the ocean and jumping in. I liked to pretend the ocean would clean all of the badness away from me and make me feel clean for once and not dirty.

I packed up my belongings as fast as I could. The train wouldn't be coming for an hour so I had lots of time to spare, but yet I found myself taking a car and sitting at the station counting down the minutes it came. When it did I jumped up and practically ran over to board.

I knew I was safe when the train started to move. I sighed with relief.

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I never really liked trains or cars. They sort of made me feel nauseas. I could handle the rough waters that District 4 sometimes got, but a speedy train? Defiantly not. I couldn't help but think about the secrets the woman told me. They were bizarre even for the Capitol. I couldn't write the secrets down. That would be suspicious, but I was fairly sure those secrets would be engraved into my mind for a long time.

Districts kept on coming into my view and leaving, once it was getting dark the large, vast ocean of my home came into view. I started to get excited, I walked over to the table where I placed my bag. As soon as the train stopped and the doors opened I was gone, practically running home.

Once I got to the beach by my house my lungs burned, and I tried to ignore the pain as I ran. I threw my bag on the shoreline and took of my shirt and plunged into the water.

It was shocking cold. It felt like tiny pin pricks were stabbing into my body. As soon I was done swimming I would go visit Mags unless she was sleeping.

I stayed in the water for a little while, I was getting painfully cold. I submerged myself one last time and got up.

"Finnick?" A voice asked behind me.

I turned around. Annie was there wearing a pair of comfortable looking pants and a black t-shirt. Her hair was in a messy ponytail. The expression on her face was shocked. "I-I didn't know you came back today."

I didn't know what say to Annie. "How are you doing Annie?"

"I'm alive still. So I guess I'm okay." She sighed, Annie looked so much older, she looked weary and tired. "Mags is in the hospital."

"What?!" I jerked my head up. I was putting on my shirt.

"She had a stroke and-," Annie began.

"Nobody was bothered to call me?! I would have-,"

"We both know you couldn't do that Finnick." She pointed out quietly.

I grabbed my suitcase "I have to go."

She nodded "I should too. Are you going to visit Mags tomorrow?"

"Of course." I said while walking away. Annie walked in the opposite direction.

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I just googled all the stuff for a stroke, so it may not be completely right ha-ha.