Chapter 19-Blood
Annie's P.O.V
I couldn't kill Jewel fast enough. I also killed Lucius. He was with her. I don't remember killing them, but I must have, because I have fresh blood on his hands. They deserved it for what they did to Demere. I tried to talk to Demere, to wake him up like he always did to me. I tried to talk to him. I tried to put his head back on his body; maybe that would help. His eyes still held the same look of confusion it did when…
I held his hand for some time. The blood that came out of his neck spilled out into a little puddle. The warmth of it reminded me of the warmth of the waters in District 4. Lucius and Jewel's blood also made the puddle grow warmer.
I concluded that Demere will never wake up again. So, I put his eyelids down, and kissed his lips. They were cold. I was cold.
I'm all alone here. Blood is all around me. It makes a trail behind me, oozes out from the trees, drips down from the leaves, and rains upon me. I'm okay with it though. Blood is warm and I am cold.
The blood on my hands still drip and still warms me. I can't wash the blood off of my hands. I can't. I need to. I need to forget the death. I need to forget Demere. I need to wash the blood off of my hands. I can't! It has stained me! The blood is still there, fresh and warm. I am tired of it! I want the blood off of my hands!
You're so weak, the voice says.
I can't wash it off!
You're going to die in here. Maybe you should drown, like your mother. Or get beheaded like Demere. You're worthless anyways. No one would care. No one would care if you died.
Images of Jewel's shredded body come back to me. Her flesh was in fragments by the time I was done with her. She screamed, I screamed. We both screamed. The screams in my head get louder; the blood on my hands gets thicker; the blood rain around me falls harder; I get colder.
I am dying. I am dying. I want to die! Take me now! I don't want to see the blood. I don't want to feel its warmth anymore. I want to stay cold, and dark, and alone. I want to die. I need to die.
No. No. Stop it. Finnick…there's Finnick to think of. I think of the bracelet that I made him. I think of waves. I think of sand. I think of home.
I lift my head, my blood soaked curls sticking to my face, and see him. Finnick! I see Finnick! He's here! How did he get here? He stands there, clean and beautiful. He opens his arms, beckoning me to come forward.
So I do; I run to him. Scraping my skin on jagged rocks and splintering trees, I run to him. Suddenly, Jewel comes out into the clearing with a bloody axe in her hand. Looking at Finnick like a cheetah to a deer, she closes in on him. I scream to warn Finnick, but my voice makes no sounds. The axe digs deep into his neck and I scream louder. Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack. The axe finally cuts through him. It takes five hits and his head falls.
I scream louder. The screams in my head turn deafening. The blood on my hands thickens. Jewel turns to me now, a smile on her face. I don't move. With her axe in her hands, she prepares to give me the same fate. I let her. I want her to kill me.
"KILL ME!" I scream.
Just before the axe makes contact with my neck, red blood swims into my eyes and blinds me. Then, all is dark, and my head screams on.
N/A: Hey guys! Sorry this is so short! I really wanted to show how insane she is now. It's very hard to write someone going through insanity like she is. So, I really want to hear from you all. It literally makes my day to get a review. Thank you for all the love! And, because this has reached 80 reviews, I am going to make an alternate ending to the story in which Finnick does not die! Can't wait to write it! If you have any questions regarding this chapter, please don't hesitate to PM it to me.