I walk towards the victor's chair, and almost stumble on my way there. I can feel my legs shaking. They're still weak from the days I'd spent in my "hell hole"—that's what I've started calling my special hideout—thankfully, Ceasar Flickerman reaches a hand out and takes my hand, pretending to shake it (while really steadying me, I suppose), and I let out a sigh of relief before flashing him a grateful smile.

I steal a glance at Finnick, who's lurking in the back of the stage. My stomach twists nervously when he catches me staring at him and smirks. I give him my best glare.

"So, Annie," says Flickerman, "The Games were in your favor after all, eh?"

I force on a smile. "Why yes, Ceasar, I suppose it was," I agree, but in truth, I don't think the Games were in my favor at all. Because I, a helpless, weak girl from District Four had no chance in winning.

None at all.

Someone else should be here in my place. Someone like...Davis. My heart thumps painfully in my chest as I think about him. His death is my fault. Why couldn't he have been the one to win?

Ceasar tries to joke around some more, but I simply sit still and wait. I'm in no mood for jokes. Already, my interview has been postponed for days, and if I stay in the Capitol any longer I just might explode. I just want to get away from this place, and be free without having to worry about anything.

Swim in the ocean again. Talk about boy problems with Liliana. Be the girl I once was, before meeting Finnick and having my whole life messed up.

"Why don't we start?" Flickerman suggests finally, breaking me out of my reminiscing, "The sooner we start, the sooner you can go home, Annie."

Home.

My mother. I can see my mother again...No, she's dead. I never did get a chance to say goodbye to her before I left for the Capitol. Why did she have to die? Why? What did she do to deserve to die?

Calm down, Annie, I tell myself, inhaling sharply. Now wasn't the time to think about other things.

Ceasar begins showing the pre-arena events, including the reaping, the opening ceremonies, the training scores, and the interviews. I cringe as I see Davis on the screen. He should be here, with me, or even here instead of me, but I was here, alone.

I look at the girl on the screen. Is that really me? I see her giggling with Flickerman during the interview, and even flirting with Finnick. Promising to tell him secrets if I win? Blah.

Back then, I must've been so certain that I was never going to get out of the arena, hence the promise to tell him some secrets. But now...I look at Finnick again, and he wags his eyebrows at me, indicating that he's still waiting for those secrets I promised. Ugh. I scowl at him and stick out my tongue childishly.

Before I know it, we're back in the arena. The screen shows me running away from the Cornucopia, screaming and shuddering at the sound of the cannons—I do, even now—and teaming up with Monika.

Oh, Monika. Poor, sweet Monika. She's gone.

Then there's us allying with Lillia, the seemingly harmless girl from Twelve. I make a face at how the film was edited—it goes from eating the grooslings, and directly to me getting the medicine. The film skips the part where Davis forcefully kisses me to get me to drink it.

In fact, they leave out both of Davis's kisses. The one to stop me from screaming at the cannon, and the one to get me to drink the medicine.

And that's when they show Karat, a evil smile on her lips as she flings the metal disk at Davis.

I scream.

I don't pay attention to the film anymore. I can't. Davis's death is fresher in my mind than ever, and it's like reliving what I'd experienced all over again.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Snow prepare the crown, which is to be placed on my head after the screening.

Snow.

This is his fault. It's because of him I had to suffer. It's because of him Davis is dead.

Dany, too.

Everyone I love is dead, and it's because of Snow. My hands twitch.

I stand up, and lunge at him with my hands outstretched.

I hear Finnick's voice, yelling in alarm, "Annie, no!"

I see the look of shock on Snow's face, then it turns into something else—hate, anger, malice, all mixed together. My hands are so close...so close to his neck. I can almost feel them tightening around that neck, choking him, killing him...

Of course, what happens to me after that will be unimaginable. Death? Torture? I don't know. But as long as I can kill Snow, and avenge everyone's deaths, I'll be satisfied.

Suddenly, Finnick's there in front of him, and his arms wrap around my waist. I yell out and dig my nails into his skin, but his grip only tightens around me. "Annie, stop!"

"Let go!" I shriek, and my struggling causes us to fall onto the stage's floor.

I feel a tear slide down my cheek. "I...I just remembered," I whisper, "that it's my birthday today. I'm seventeen..." Finnick's eyes widen in surprise.

Snow barks an order, and as I lay there, helpless in Finnick's arms, I see the Peacekeepers come toward me with guns in their hands. I feel the pain in my arm first, and the last thing I think is, Why am I so weak? before I loose consciousness.

I have the weirdest dream. Ellie, Dany, Davis and everyone else is there, and they're all singing "Happy Birthday" to me. I stand, acting quite stupid because I had no idea what to do when people sang "Happy Birthday" to me, when the gun shots begin to accompany the singers.

One by one, my celebrators vanish in front of my eyes, until only Davis remained. "Happy birthday, little mermaid," he says. "I can't believe you forgot your own birthday, huh?"

"A lot's been happening," I want to say, but I can't find my voice.

"It's been an honor, being in your head," Davis bows to me, and gently place a kiss on my hand.

And then he's gone.

Disclaimer: I definitely don't own anything!

Aw, Annie, she's clearly going crazy.. o.O The ending is...foreshadowing what will happen next. Can anyone guess what the fading away means? xD

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