Johanna & Finnick: It Didn't End Like That

Chapter 8

Finnick's POV

Johanna passes out in the bathtub. The door crashes behind me, falling to the floor. Annie flies into the bathroom like a crazy lunatic, her hair flying everywhere. "WHAT HAPPENED?" She screams at me.

I don't know what to say. I pick up Johanna's lifeless body up from the water, clutching her to my chest. "She passed out," I barely say. I want to cry so badly right now. Seeing Johanna like that made me want to die.

"You're bleeding." Annie's voice cracks.

"I know." There's cuts on Johanna's arms from my attempts of ripping her off of me. It makes me feel even worse. We hurt each other... Physically. I want to throw up at the thought. But I hoist us out of the bathroom, barely moving towards the bed. I gently drop Johanna on her bed, wrapping her up in the towels.

"Y-You hurt her t-t-too?" Annie trembles. "Oh Finnick..." She breaks into more sobs. I don't want to comfort her whatsoever. I know she's going to kick Johanna out of the house. But I can't let her.

"What did she do to you?" Annie demands, looking at me with wild eyes. "WHAT THE HELL DID THAT BITCH DO TO YOU?!?!?!"

I hit Annie in the face without thinking. She falls onto her back, looking at me heartbroken. "Annie, I-I," I stammer. I can't believe I just did that. Don't tell me I just hit Annie...

"I really thought I loved you Finnick," Annie trembles, more tears flying down her face. "But I guess that's down the drain."

"ANNIE!" She runs out of the room, flying down the staircase. I can hear the door slam. Her sobbing is echoing through the entire victors village. It makes me want to chase after her, but I can't leave Johanna.

"Oh my god," I whisper, covering my face with both hands. "What have I done?"

Johanna's POV

My eyes flutter open, greeted with the ceiling. "Oh god." Everything hits me. Annie's screaming. Finnick's cries of pain. My sobs. The flashbacks. My face being drowned underwater. Strangling Finnick nearly to death. That last one strikes a sobbing mess.

I curl up under the soaked towels, crying my eyes out. Why am I still here? They're obviously calling someone to take me home. I feel like I'm actually dying right now.

Finnick's touch makes everything freeze. I look up from the comforter. "Johanna," he barely says, looking at me painfully. I can see the cuts along his neck and arms.

"Why am I still here?" I close my eyes, allowing more tears to fall. "Annie... She hates me."

"Annie's not a concern of either of ours anymore."

My head shots up like a rocket. "What?" I stare at him confused, tears still trickling down my red cheeks.

"While you were asleep tonight, Annie filed divorce papers. She wants a divorce." Finnick closes his eyes, fighting off tears. "I hit her Johanna. I hit her and she fell to the floor. She hates me." He starts sobbing.

I've never seen Finnick Odair cry. Not even a few tears in his eyes before. The worst part is, is that this is all my fault. "Get rid of me," I whisper. "I wrecked it all. I wrecked your marriage, bathroom, door, house, skin." I begin sobbing hysterically. "JUST GET ME OUT OF HERE SO I CANT HURT YOU ANYMORE!"

Finnick looks at me like I'm an exotic animal. "I'm never leaving you Johanna." His voice is shaky. "It's not your fault."

"Stop... Lying..." My voice is shaky. "Just.. You know the truth. Send me back to thirteen. I'd rather live there in hell knowing you're safe here."

"Johanna you're talking crazy," Finnick says, his head shaking. "If you take your Meds and we do this more, you're going to be fine. I promise."

"And you're crazier trying to keep me here! I just wrecked your marriage. There's your big hint to get rid of me."

"She called you a bitch! What was I supposed to do? Let her get away with it!" He nearly shouts at me. "Johanna. I'm not leaving. Please, just take the medicine and go to sleep."

I'm sort of in shock he did that because she called me a bitch. But that's the last thing on my mind now. "I nearly killed you," I whisper, my voice cracking.

"You were having flashbacks you couldn't help it!" Finnick sits beside me, looking at me desperately. "It's okay Johanna. It might seem impossible now, but please." He holds out a glass of water and a pill. "Take it," he whispers.

I nod my head. I can it least do something he wants me to do. I drink down the water and take the pill with it. "Maybe I should just see a therapist here a few times a week," I suggest. "They could give me tips on the bath situation."

"That's a good idea," Finnick says, pulling me into a hug.

"We both need to sleep," I whisper in his ear. "I'm really fucking sorry Finnick." I wrecked his marriage and nearly killed him. How the hell can he still want to be near me?

"It's okay Johanna. I forgive you." He kisses my forehead. I freeze when he does. God, why does he always do that to me? "I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"

"Actually." The thought of being alone tonight makes me want to cry again. "Can you Uh... Stay with me?" I whisper the last three words.

"Yeah. Of course."

Finnick crawls in the other side of the bed, blinking at me. I turn off the lamp, throwing the damp towels into the hamper. "Goodnight," I whisper to him.

"Goodnight." I close my eyes, falling into a sleep full of deadly nightmares.