User blog:CinnasNinjaUnicorn/Annie Cresta ~Life after the hunger games.

This is a fanfic i made up and won a mockingjay pin <3

Im literally obsessed with Annie and Finnick and made like, ten of these :3 HOPE YOU LIKEY!

I wake up gasping for breath in my bed, sweat glazed on my forehead and a sore throat from screaming all night.

I had that dream again where I'm a little girl and I'm drowning in the lake when Finnick rescues me. The dream changes to when I teach him how to make nets and he teaches me how to swim. Then it changes to him getting reaped in the hunger games. Every memory flashes like small photos and every emotion travels with it. The next scene is when I get reaped and its like slow motion. When I first step into the arena, when I see my own district partner getting decapitated by another tribute, when I hide for the rest of the games, when there's the flood, when I realise I won the games. When the part where I leave the arena begins, everything fast forwards to when Finnick and I get married but then just as fast as it came, it changes into mutts eating the raw flesh off of my husband and it replays that last scene for a few minutes until I finally wake up.

It's still a few more hours till the sun will rise so I sit up in bed and hug my legs to my chest, squeezing my eyes shut and repeating over and over again that its all over. I'm alright. But I know I'm not, I know that I'll always relive every bad aspect of my life as if I've eaten a poisonous apple. I hear high-pitched screaming in my ears and I cover them, trying to drown out the noise by singing a happy song I remember from childhood at the top of my lungs. I don't want to go to sleep again. Every time I shut my eyes I see Finnicks dazzling smile and his damp hair after catching fish with his trident. It always overwhelms me with grief until I've had enough and just go still and start crying.

There's a small knock on my door and a deep voice, "mom? Are you alright?" The door slowly opens and a sixteen year old head pops up from behind the hard wood, "oh Finnick, it's just you. Yes, I'm fine. Only had a little nightmare. No worries, just go back to sleep sweety." But instead of going back to his room, he closes the door behind him and walks to the bed, wrapping his thick arms around my body trying to comfort me. It helps a little, knowing I have family that cares about me.

After a few minutes he finally convinces me to lay back down into bed and he tucks me in before lying on the blankets next to me, moving loose strands of hair out of my face and before I know it I'm dozing off back to sleep. Only this time I dream of a meadow, and I'm lying on a blanket, curled up in Finnicks arm, watching our son of about seven years running around, playing with a ball. I start to laugh as he runs towards us and gives both of us a big hug. I don't want this dream to end.

This is what our life would of been like without the Capitol. And I hate them for it. Because this dream will be just a dream and I know I will never have that happiness.

Thanks for reading ;)