Enchanted; A Finnick and Annie Fanfic ♥ (Currently Revising/Editing)

Chapter 16: As Long As It Keeps You Alive

Finnick and I held each other there for a while longer, but we could both tell the other was exhausted and we wanted some place we could be alone. We walked around for what seemed like ages, keeping our hand intertwined the entire time, until Finnick found someone who could get us a compartment to ourselves. Whoever it was didn't seem too pleased about it, but he lead us down a series of staircases to Compartment 2018 and left us alone.

The compartment was small, but there was plenty of room for the two of us, especially considering neither of us had anything but the clothes on our backs.

Finnick let go of my hand and wrapped his arms around my waist. For the first time since I'd gotten here, I took note of how the two of us looked, and it made me laugh.

"What's so funny?" Finnick asked, laughing with me anyway.

"Look at us. We're a mess!" And he glanced down at our attire and laughed just as much as I was. Me wrapped in a sheet to cover up the worn out dress that doesn't cover anything anymore, and him in nothing more than a hospital gown. We stood there and laughed at ourselves, taking in the joy of one another's laughter. Neither of us had laughed in a long time.

"Are you cold or something?" he asked, obviously referring to my sheet. When I shook my head, he tried to take it off of me, but I held it tightly around me. "What's wrong, Annie?"

I swallowed hard, trying to keep down the tears that were trying to force themselves out, and quietly said, "It's just...you don't want to see what's underneath."

"It's just you, right? And I always want to see you," he said, still keeping the joking tone he had before. I took a deep breath and let him take the sheet off of me.

Right away I knew it was a bad idea, and I just wanted to cover myself up again. The dress was in tatters and really offered no sort of covering, but that's not what I minded. I got to assess how badly I was beaten in the Capitol. It was so much worse than I thought, to say the least. There were so many bruises on my body that it was practically purple. There was a long scratch going from under my ribcage down to my left knee. Finnick couldn't take his eyes off of my battered body, and his jaw was locked open for a while.

He stared at me for a while, and I couldn't meet his eyes. I felt ashamed, and I'm not even really sure why. But I guess that's what the Capitol was trying to do to me. After what felt like ages, Finnick whispered, "What did they do to you?"

I didn't answer right away. I didn't think I could. But his hands moved from my waist to my chin, forcing me to look at him. He looked sad and angry, but I could tell he was trying to hold that inside and be gentle so I would tell him. So finally, I whispered back, "The same thing they did to you for years. Only worse."

At first, his eyes looked so angry that I could've sworn he was about to run out of the room and demand a ride to the Capitol to deal with whoever did this too me. But he quickly hid that and pulled me onto the bed with him. He pulled the hospital gown off before pulling the covers around us. He held me tight, playing with my hair,  and I laid on his chest listening to his heart beat for what seemed like forever.

I thought he might've fallen asleep until he whispered, "I'm so sorry, Annie."

We rolled over so we were looking at each other. "Don't be," I said, "It could've been worse. I could've known something about the rebellion.

Finnick smiled a little. "I guess you're right."

I leaned in closer and kissed him really slowly. It was a kiss like none we'd ever shared, and I didn't know how to explain it. We kept kissing, and with each one, I wanted more. I could feel how much passion there was behind every kiss through my entire body. Every touch left me breathless, aching for more. Before I knew it, he was laying on top of me. He made his way down my entire body, kissing every bruise that I had. All I could do was giggle like a little school girl.