Finnick and Annie

I Give Up (Annie's POV)

How long had it been since I'd been forcefully withdrawn from my home? Taken from the bed I shared with Finnick before he left? I'd lost track of time. I knew it was probably only a few weeks but I had no way of telling time. The lights in the cold, white prison were artificial, controlled by the peacekeepers like everything else.

            After he raped me, the head peacekeeper, something inside of me snapped. I suddenly understood the pain that had been eating Finnick away for years, the feeling of impotence and fear. Mostly though, I hated that somebody other than Finnick could touch me like that, be that close to me.

            I retreated into my mind like I had for weeks just after my games. The voices and nightmares took over my life once more, though this time it wasn't just the arena that terrified me, but terrible beasts dressed in white.

            I heard Peeta and Johanna occasionally, talking to themselves, begging for mercy, crying, cursing, kicking the walls. They'd broken them as well, like they had me.

            "Dead by morning," whispered Peeta. That day they'd dressed him up in white and taken him away for hours. When he was brought back to his cell his white suit was covered in blood, and what I could see of his face was bruised and bloody too. "Thirteen. All of you. Dead," he whimpered.

            I got up from my bed for the first time in days. My knees buckled underneath me but I crawled towards the wall I shared with Peeta. He looked at me, but I knew he didn't see me. He looked unhinged. Demented. Absent. "Peeta," I whispered, my voice catching in my throat.

            "Katniss?"

            "Annie," I said. "It's Annie." His face went from relieved to disappointed and then back.

            "Annie," he repeated. I nodded.

            "Who'll be dead by morning, Peeta?"

            "Katniss," he whispered. "And the people in Thirteen... they're bombing them. They're going to kill Katniss. She deserves to die, she's a monster."

            "No, Peeta. She's not. They're messing with your head."

            "She's not," he muttered. "Not a monster."

            "No..." I sighed.

            Finnick was in District Thirteen. He'd been helping out the rebels, which I knew for sure. They wanted him and Katniss and all of them dead. I wished I were dead. If they were taking Finnick away from me I had no reason to keep fighting. I went back to my bed and hugged my thin legs to my chest. "Goodbye, my love," I whispered before falling back asleep.