Waves Breaking Over Rocks Part 1

Chapter 13- The Best Five Years of My Life

The Best Five Years of My Life

**Please note that this chapter is really a big series of one-shots about the years leading up to the Quarter Quell**

We all walk together, Mags, Finnick, and I.

We take the long walk to the Victor's Village, but while we go, people stop and point at us, whispering. Seventeen year-old girls faint at the sight of Finnick, but most people from the rich side of 4 stop and stare and whisper.

"That's the new victor..."

"I hear she's gone mad..."

"Yeah, she's a lunatic, that one..." People say. Finnick holds my hand tighter because he hears them too, and he turns his head and gives them such a terrible look that they back down. Some of them even run. I feel bad for them because they're scared.

Finally, we reach the Village where I will be living from now on. The fence surrounding it is tall and iron, but Finnick unlocks the gate easily with his key. I gasp at the beauty of the Village. The path we're walking on is made of sandstone and is lined up with shells. There's a fountain in the middle with the shape of two mermaids made of pure white quartz and the water that comes from it is clear. The houses that line up on one side are all as white as the fountain.

They all look the same, with amazing columns that line up the elevated porch and an entrance with white staircases. There are grand windows on the front and the house is majestic and tall.

"That's yours, and the one on the left is Finnick's and the one on the front is mine." Mags says, pointing to a beautiful house on the end of the street. "They all have their private beaches on the back. You're going to love it here." We go to my house and open the doors. I gasp at the beauty of the entrance hall. The walls are painted white with a pattern of waves so that it looks like you're in the beach. There is a great spiral staircase in the back and a few doors that lead to the living room, kitchen, dining room, e.c.t. I enter the living room. It's as large as my house. Well, my family house. The couches are blue and there is a huge TV screen. One wall is missing and instead there's the kitchen. The kitchen is big, too. It has tons of space to put things in and a little islet in the middle. A door leads to the dining room, complete with a chandelier and a huge glass table. We walk through other rooms, like a playroom for future children and a small garden and smaller living rooms and a library. We climbed the spiral stairs afterwards and came into a grand hallway.

There are five rooms in the house, one of them being the master bedroom. It has white walls and a huge bed. They bed is really soft. There are a few windows, but not enough for my taste. On the wall opposite the bed, there are a series of closets where I would put my clothes.

I find it nice here, but I miss my home. My true home. But I'm not ready to go back. It's full of haunted memories.

"Finnick and I think it's better if you sleep at my house tonight, but it's your choice." Mags says. I think about it and decide that I do want to go with Mags. I'm afraid of sleeping on my own, as childish as it sounds.

"I would like that very much, thanks." I say kindly. Mags takes my hand and we cross over to her house, leaving Finnick behind to his.

Mags shows me a spare bedroom and I lie down. Sleep doesn't come for hours until I finally drift off.

I dream about my family and about them all drowning on our boat.

I wake up screaming.

Five days later...

"Annie, can you do me a favor?" Mags asks that morning. "Can you go to the market and get me some potatoes? I need them for tonight's dinner." The truth is that I rarely ever went to the market before the Games, but I say yes because you just don't say no to Mags.