Random one-shots (Fan-fics and original)

Random one-shots (Fan-fics and original)

Umm, NO INTRODUCTION REQUIRED!

Chapter 1

Annie (Annie Cresta/Odair, The Hunger Games)

I don't remember how long I've been staring out the window, at the bleak view outside my District 13 bunker. Seconds, minutes, hours, days? Time ceases to be meaningful, but I know it's still daytime. I don't like the night. That's when it's the darkest, and that's when the nightmares start.

I try not to go to sleep, but somehow I always do. But the waking isn't that much better. I can't stop worrying about Finnick. He said he's going somewhere, and he'll be back after a long time. He said he's going to bring the capitol down. I wanted to go with him, but no one thought that was a good idea. They all think I'm insane. Am I? I can't tell the difference between sanity and insanity, the real world and the dreams anymore. Every time I close my eyes I see Finnick, lying soaked in his own blood, I can hear his dying sobs.. Then I see Casper, my district partner who was in the arena with me. His face replaces Finnick's, although he'd been beheaded.. I shake myself out of it.

No. He isn't going to die. I have to tell myself that, because Finnick is the only thing I have to hold on to. He's my anchor.

I eat some food that's been brought here by some boy, a coarse, tasteless meal. Food doesn't matter to me, not anymore.

I try to remember how long he's been gone. It feels like years and years, but I can't be sure. For all I know, it might have been just a month.

We have no idea how to tell what's going on in the Capitol, the few of us who stayed behind. We can only hope for the best.

All I know is Finnick promised he'd come back. I'm holding on to that assurance.

There's a knock on the door. I go to open it, curious. I don't get a lot of visitors. Maybe because they're worried they'll catch insanity.

I open the door and see Peeta, looking nervous.

"Hello, Annie. How are you.."

"I-I'm okay," I reply, finding my voice unstable. There's something fishy about the whole thing.

"So, we won! President Snow is dead."

At those words, I'm a flurry of excitement.

"Finnick?" I ask excitedly.

"Um, Annie..." Peeta holds my hand sympathetically. I see tears in his eyes. "Finnick.... is no longer around. I can't tell you how sorry I am.

"B-b-b-ut, that can't be." My voice cracks.

And it feels like I'm standing at the edge of a cliff, and Peeta's just pushed me off.

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