I'm writing this just after seeing the Catching Fire trailer for the first time and Finnick and Johanna and the perfection, so my mental stability isn't the best right now, but here we go! Also, at the end, I'm going to be talking a lot more about the STUNNNING, AMAZING, EPIC trailer, but here's Finnick for now.
I'm not allowed to see Annie for three days. That's how long it will take them to make sure her physical and mental conditions are okay, to make sure she isn't taking back a recording device or tracker, to get any information they can out of her, to see what really happened behind the doors. I hear some of their questions when I press my ear to the door. They are polite about it, polite as you can be when asking someone about their torture. Annie's responses are fumbled, weak, and incomplete or nonexistent. From the little I hear, put together with the parts I overheard, Annie got the least of it because she was neither in the games nor took part in the rebellion that occurred there. She didn't really know anything. They questioned her about me, if I had told her anything. I know they tried to use what I did for them against me, seeing if Annie could turn to their side. She didn't. When the theory is presented to me that Annie used her mental instability to get away with not knowing things or phasing out to avoid torture, it makes me a little proud. Somewhere inside is Annie, an Annie harden by the turmoil of war, but Annie nonetheless.
Johanna's door doesn't budge. No noises are heard, just the low beeping of a monitor reminding everyone in the hallway that she is still inside, heart still beating, slowly but surely. I want to talk to her, to see just how terribly she was harmed. Sometimes, I don't think the face wheeling by me was really her. Johanna, the untouchable, the dominating, has been broken down by the hands of the Capitol. The image has been burned into my mind.
I haven't seen Peeta. Katniss was allowed to see him though, almost immediately. What happened in there is one of the reasons I'm not allowed to see Annie, although we've already had contact. Katniss has left for District two. I wouldn't blame her. If Annie tried to choke me, well, I don't even know what I'd do. Run? Give up?
My nights are spent in the hard, plastic chair that Plutarch gave me. The hallways are always warm in the hospital wing and I have no personal belongings, so my chair is enough. Meals are always brought to me, another request that no one could possibly refuse. Every day, a couple minutes before assigned meal, a young girl brings my food up on a tray. I get coffee at every meal, a nice touch, I think added by that very girl.
Under normal circumstances, I wouldn't eat, but then I remember how upset Annie would be if she noticed that. So, I eat, and take quick showers to make sure I don't miss any news. When doctors go in and out, I've even found a perfect angle at which I can briefly catch a glimpse of her, lying on the hospital bed.
One day, someone goes into Johanna's room. A doctor. She doesn't leave for a long time.
On the morning of the third day, I eat my breakfast quickly and then eagerly wait outside the door. Even though I'm fully aware she has to do another final round of tests before I can be let in, I'm out of the chair and pacing in front of the door for hours.
"Finnick? You can see her now," the doctor says, opening the door just a crack to avoid hitting me. I slip through, trying to contain my excitement.
"Finn," she whispers. I cross the room quickly and stand by her bedside. She's not injured or harmed in any physical way, not like Johanna. A couple of patches of hair are gone, a cut by her eye, and her lip busted open. When her arm slips out from under the blanket to grab my hand, I notice her nails are almost gone where she chewed on them and her arm has bruises and cuts up and down.
"I'll leave you two alone for a minute while I run the reports through. If you should need anything, just hit the button," the doctor says. He collects his folder from one of the two same plastic chairs I have and nods toward the button on the wall, close enough to Annie's bed should she need it.
"I've missed you so much," I tell her, unable to find any better words for how I feel. She nods, silent.
"Finn, don't leave. Please?" Annie says, her eyes locking with mine. Through everything, they still have the same color and spirit I first saw in the candy shop. I squeeze her hand tighter.
"Of course not. I love you," I promise.
"I love you too," she whispers, before she slips back under the effects of the morphling pumped into her. I don't leave though, not even when the doctor comes in and hours pass. She asked me to not to.
I wouldn't have dreamed of it anyway.
This trailer...just so perfect. Effie's crying, Katniss' crying, the Mockingjay dress, and Prim's brillance, and the Victor's Village, and sad Peeta. JUST EVERYTHING! This was my favorite book in the series, so I'm super happy that Francis Lawrence did an amazing job with it. All the little details are just so amazing. I want to know what you thought, so leave it in your review or message me!
Anyway, this chapter. Please review!