Finnick's Story - By Aaliyah McLean

Loving You

Finnick's POV.

It's like I can't hear anything...

It's like I can't breathe in anymore...

It's like I can't see two feet in front of me...

It's like I don't know what direction I'm facing...

It's like reality has been stripped from my firm grasp...

What am I going to do?

What are my parents going to say?

What is Annie going to say?

Annie's POV.

It's like I can't hear anything...

It's like I can't breathe in anymore...

It's like I can't see two feet in front of me...

It's like I don't know what direction I'm facing...

It's like reality has been stripped from my firm grasp...

What am I going to say to him?

What am I going to do without him?

I can't let him go yet, I just can't!

I fall down to the floor in a heap, bawling my eyes out. This can't be happening! Not to one of my best friends and my... well, I don't really know what he is to me, but I know I can't let him go. Not yet...

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Finnick's POV.

My vision is foggy as I open my eyes.

I can smell three things; Fish, Burned wood and fear. The fear is mostly coming from me.

I can hear three things; Breathing, soft crying and fear. The fear is mostly coming from me.

Three seconds ago, I was trying to figure out how to comfort Annie when we left the square. After all, her friend was reaped to be a tribute. But now...

I am the male Tribute!

What is Annie going to say?

I look over into the girl's half of the area and see Annie curled up in a ball on the floor crying. Oh, how I want to comfort her right now! Tell her that everything is going to be alright.

She looks up and sees me looking at her. This time she stands up and sadly smiles at me, she covers her mouth with both hands and cries some more. I take a few steps out of my row and begin walking to the stage. Poppy is standing at the boy's half of the stage, waiting for me to take my place. I walk for what seems like forever, slowly readying myself to climb the steps to my death whilst in my head I say over and over again, someone please volunteer, someone PLEASE volunteer! No-one does. I am about to climb the steps when I hear the fourth thing. "Finnick no. Finnick!" Then the sound of footsteps coming up behind me. I turn just in time for Annie to jump into my arms. I hug her the tightest that I have ever hugged her before. Because this time, I'm not sure if I will ever hug her again.

To my surprise, none of the hundreds of peacekeepers come up to us to peel Annie off of me. We embrace each other forever, or, for what seems like forever. I never want to let her go, and I'm sure that she doesn't want to let me go either.

Annie whispers in my ear so quietly I wasn't even sure I was her until I saw her lips moving. "Finnick, just try to win, please. Try to win for me! Please." She whispers, and even though I've only known this beautiful girl for a few days, I know that I have to win. I know that I have to win for her! She finally lets me go and holds my hand reassuringly as I turn around to climb up to the stage. Poppy waits for me to take her hand as she leads me to my spot on the stage. I look out to the audience, I can only see two people crying for me; Annie and my mother. The rest of the people all respect me, but I wish that more people cared about me. Not even my dad is shedding a tear for me.