Annie Cresta- Beyond the Sea

Chapter 12

It was happy at first, when I realized it. It was the 66th Hunger Games, the year Finnick won.
Except this time, he didn't.
The career pack was made up of Storm, Jude, Breya, Kyla, and of course, Finnick. Finnick was only fourteen, so he was reckless, and somewhat annoying. But even then I found him kinda... Cute, back then.
At night, the careers made Finnick stand guard, since he had so much energy. He did so, but within a couple hours, he got tired and tried to wake Storm.
"Hey wake up!" he would quietly chant. But nothing happened. He continued to shout her name, shaking her.
"STORM, WAKE UP!!" he would yell, and begin to poke her with his trident. She still refused to wake up, surprisingly. He thought she was already dead. I mean, who doesn't wake up after all that..?
It was then he realized he had poked her a little hard with his trident. He suddenly didn't feel so tired anymore. He grabbed his stuff and ran far away.
My memory was blocked off during this, so I had no idea if any of this really happened. None of it seemed at all legit, but it looked so real, so I took it to be.
The next morning, Finnick woke a good distance away from their campsite, but little did he know the careers had begun hunting him three hours before. He opened his pack and pulled out some dried fruit, but just as he raised it to take a bite, it flew from his hand and stuck to a tree, a knife holding it there like a nail. I could hear my own heart pounding against my ribs.
"There he is!" Breya's voice echoed around the corner and soon they had all surrounded Finnick. He tried to run, but they violently shoved him to the ground.
Jude grabbed his skinny little arm with such force I would feared it would break. "What happened to Storm, little buddy?"
"I-I don't know," Finnick stammered, his face white. "I went for a quick walk and fell asleep, and- wait, Storm's dead?"
"Liar! Tell me what happened!" Juden was so in his face I was afraid he was going to bite him.
"Leave him alone!" I scream. But I couldn't do anything, I wasn't in this story. Nobody could hear me. What was happening?
Kyla was amused. She pulled back an arrow and put on a devilish smile. "We're  gonna ask you one more time, fish boy. What happened to Storm?"
Then he was calling my name. "Annie! Annie!" he cried. I couldn't help him though, there was nothing I could do. I felt crying. Had this actually happened?
Kyla released the arrow and shot him in the side, immobilizing him. He didn't seem to want to fight anymore. He looked so scared.
"I'll finish him off," sighed Breya, sounding annoyed. I could hear my heart beating faster, faster. I felt sick again.
"Annie! Annie!" Breya took a throwing knife from her vest and aimed. "No! Stop!" I screamed as loud as possible. "ANNIE!!" Finnick would call. Now he lie helpless on the ground, Breya aiming for his head.
Something was shaking me, screaming at me. Everything was so intense.
What was going on?
But it didn't go away, nonetheless. Breya threw te knife, and it hit his head. The last thing I heard was one last, "Annie!" and his canon blowing.
I screamed, then shot up, surfacing into the real world. I looked around. I was still in my room, in my bed. My breath was fast, my face was wet, and my throat felt dry. A nightmare.
"Annie!"
It was the same voice from my dream. I felt tears well up in my eyes.
"ANINIE CRESTA! Look at me!"
I glanced up and met his eyes.
He's alive.
He looked awful stressed though.
I just flung my arms around him relieved, and then started to cry.
"What the hell, man?" He returned the hug, sturdy against my shaky frame. "Are you okay? What was that?"
"I-I had a n-nightmare," I was beginning to hiccup, and I was shaking. It hurt to talk. I broke away from him. Finnick looked sad. "Must've been pretty bad, you haven't screamed like that since we were little." I looked at the wall.
I didn't quite know how to respond. He sat down next to me, and said, "Well I'm here now.. If that makes you feel any better... " I nodded.
"You were screaming my name.. I'm guessing it had something to do with me?"
A rush of heat spilled into my face. He laughed.
"It's not funny," I nudge him. He stops laughing but continues to smile, and wraps his arms around me.
"Do you think you'll be able to go to sleep again if I'm next to you?"
I hesitated.
"If  you have another nightmare, I'll be right here for you to wake up to."
I took a deep breath. "Okay. Fine."
He smiled, and got under the covers with me. Warmth radiated off of his skin, and he felt like home again.
And though I was practically afraid to fall asleep, I drifted off once again, but this time to a dreamless sleep, one relying on the warmth of the person next to me.