This chapter is different than most chapter I've written because I'm only doing it from Annie's POV. So, if you're only reading this story for the Everlark and Gohanna (is that the ship name?), sorry to disappoint but this is a really important chapter. It will probably be obvious why in the first few sentences because I suck at writing suspense.
Also, I'm having trouble starting the Everlark relationship. If you have any suggestions, they would be greatly appreciated.
Annie's POV
The moment I wake up, I stumble into the bathroom and vomit last night's dinner into the toilet. Oh joy, I have a stomach virus.
I groan, flush the toilet, and spray some air freshener to get rid of the smell - unfortunately, the smell has me back over the toilet.
I sigh, wiping the sweat from my forehead before brushing my teeth and walking downstairs to get some breakfast. Johanna and Peeta are the only ones there and they seem to be having an intense glare-off.
I rub my back as I sit down at the table. I've been getting random back aches a lot the past few days...
"What day is it?" I ask.
"Tuesday," Johanna replies.
"I meant what day of the month," I clarify.
"March 15th," Peeta responds.
"The Ides of March," Johanna adds. Peeta and I blink at her. "You know - the day Julius Caesar was assassinated. You must've learned about it in middle school."
"I did," Peeta says. "I'm just surprised it's the first thing you thought of."
"Hold on - it's the fifteenth?" I confirm. My God, my brain seems to be working slowly.
Johanna nods at me, looking slightly concerned.
Strange, I think. I was supposed to start my period two days ago. I'm late. I'm never late... (A/N: Sorry if this sort of thing makes you uncomfortable. Again, important to the storyline.)
"Oh my God." A sudden realization hits me like a ton of bricks. I put my hand on my forehead. "Oh God." I stand up, suddenly feeling dizzy, and lean against the wall. "Oh Hell, is Finnick working?"
"Yeah, he left about an hour ago," Peeta says. "Is everything okay?"
I shake my head. "I have to go," I mutter, before stumbling out the door. I quickly unlock and get into my beat-up Saturn.
As I drive my head begins pounding. No no no no no, this can't be happening. Please God, this can't be happening.
I'm not sure how long it takes me to get to the beach, but I do, and I nearly immediately see Finnick doing a shoot. I get out of my car and hurry over to the sand about fifteen yards from the cameras.
As soon as Finnick sees me he waves and smiles, but - after noticing my facial expression - he says something to the person next to him and jogs over to me.
"Hey," he says. "What's the matter?"
I shrug. "It can wait until you're done with your shoot," I murmur, even though it doesn't feel true. I wrap my arms around myself - due to the cold - and I realize that I never changed out of my pajamas - a sleeveless, white cotton nightgown. I suddenly feel very exposed.
Finnick wraps me in a hug, warming me with his body heat. He kisses the top of my head. "You sure?"
"Yeah," I manage to get out.
"Okay," he says. "I'll try to wrap this up quickly. Don't worry."
I nod slightly. He pulls away from me, and I sit on the sand.
Unfortunately, this gives me time to really think and have a conversation with myself. Just like any crazy person.
What if will Finnick think if you're right? What if he leaves?
No, he wouldn't do that. He wouldn't hurt me.
How well do you really know him? What if the second a little responsibility comes up he bolts?
He doesn't need any responsibility. I won't make him do anything.
As if you could do this by yourself. You'll drive yourself to the point of no return. You're already mad, Annie. After this, they'll have no choice but to lock you in the nut house.
"Oh God, oh God, oh God, fuck no," I whisper to myself. I bring my knees to my chest, tuck my head in between them, and wrap my arms around my calves. "No no no, I can't do this, fuck fuck fuck, I can't. I can't I can't I can't I can't! Oh my God." Without realizing it, my muttering gets louder in volume and tears start streaming down my face.
"Annie." I hear someone say in a terrified tone of voice. "Annie!"
Suddenly, two hands are on my shoulders, and I scream. A true, horrific scream. And after the first scream, I keep screaming. I can't stop.
My back hits the sand, my arms are forced to my side, and a heavy weight sit on my thighs, preventing me from moving - still, I immediately start fighting. My eyes snap open and I see a very attractive man with bronze hair, tan skin, and sea-green eyes very similar to my own. He looks extraordinarily familiar, aside from the expression of terror on his face. I'm sure I've never seen that expression before, though it probably somewhat mimics my own.
"Annie, you have to listen to me. You're having a psychotic break. This happens to a lot of people. You'll be okay. Please, just stop screaming. Calm down, Annie."
For some reason, I do stop screaming, though I'm still terrified. Where am I, again? What's happening?
"Nothing's going to hurt you. Please, Annie, calm down. Do it for your family, Annie. Your parents, your brother. Come on, Annie please."
My family, my brother. Don't I have two brothers? Something's wrong...
"If not them, do it for me, Annie. Your friend - your boyfriend - Finnick."
And it all snaps back into place. Where I am, what happened, why I'm here.
"Finnick." It comes out as a mixture between a gasp and a sob, but he understands and pulls me into his arms. I cry into his shoulder.
"Shh." Finnick smooths my hair down. "It's okay. You're okay."
I cling to the back of his shirt, and he picks me up. I vaguely notice Finnick shoo away the crowd that seems to have formed around us as he carries me to his car.
I'm not sure how long it takes for my uncontrollable sobbing to calm into little gasps. I finally look up at Finnick.
"Do you want to tell me what's going on?" he asks gently.
I nod slowly. I take a moment to regain my breath. "Finnick, I-I think something might have happened. I don't want you to get upset and leave me, but I'm so fucking scared and I don't know what to do. I mean - I'm not sure, but I think - God, I don't know! All I know is that I'm terrified of what's going to happen."
"Woah, Annie, slow down. What happened?"
"I-I think I'm pregnant."
I swear that these characters have a mind of their own! When I started writing this chapter, I did not plan on Annie having a psychotic break. Though, to be honest, I'm pretty happy that I did this. I feel like Annie hasn't been as crazy as I originally wanted her to be and I feel like this will be good for the story.
Anyway, next chapter might only be from Finnick's POV, but if it's not long enough I'll put in someone else's POV, as well.
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