My Morphling ; Finnick Odair

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The train ride was surreal. Not surreal as in "oh my gosh, I'm actually riding a train" surreal.

Surreal because I never imagined that I'd be returning home.

I never imagined that I'd be returning home without my brother.

I lie awake in bed. Staring at the ceiling. The train rides so smoothly on the tracks, it should be easy to fall asleep. Not to mention the extremely comfortable Capitol mattress I'm lying on, and the fluffy cloud-like cushion beneath my head.

But I can't

A much as I toss and turn, as much as I try to force my brain to shut down. I can't.

I can't because I can still hear the canons booming in the maze. I can still see innocent face slowly losing its life. I can still hear her sweet laugh ringing in my ears. I can still see the terror on Anson's beautiful face. I can still see the remains of him. His body torn to shreds.

His blood splattered like paint on the maze walls.

His organs, just shreds of flesh and paper.

His hands that used to hold me. His hands that used to cook me breakfast every morning and used to run through my hair to put me to sleep.

Gone.

I scream. I scream at the Capitol. I scream at the gamemakers. I scream at President Snow.

But most of all, I scream at myself.

Why didn't I make sure Anson was safe? Why did I agree to stay away from him? Why did I let my guard down, when I should have been protecting Fern? Why did I just sit there, letting Midas run his slimy hands all over me, letting myself look like a fool?

I scream, trying to block out the noises I hear with my hands to my ears, but with no avail.

I scrunch up on the bed, lying in a fetus position as the sounds get louder and louder, not thinking about the outside world as my screams and shouts also increase in volume.

Just then, I feel a pair of long arms around me, whispers in my ear, but I can't hear them. I can't hear anything apart from the sounds of the nightmare I survived.

After what seems like hours, I calm down to a state of endless tears. Sobbing quietly, I realize that Finnick is lying beside of me hugging my back closely to his chest and running his long fingers through my thick hair.

I turn around to face him

"Fin, I- why are you crying?" as I look closer at his beautiful face, I see the tears running down his cheeks. My voice comes out hoarse and broken.

"I... I'm not." He turns to look at the ceiling.

Turning his head towards mine,

"Yes you are, Fin... why?"

"Because I know the feeling and... and when I came out of the games, the first thing I thought is how I'm so glad that you didn't have to witness the horrors that I did."

"But now I have." I say humorlessly

"It's a cruel world, Fin."

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