Hey guys. :) This idea just kind of came to me a few days ago. I'm not sure if it'll go very far or very well, but I may as well give it a go. :) This is my first Finnick and Annie fic that isn't a one shot, so if it's crappy that's probably part of the reason. I don't own The Hunger Games.
"Come on, Annie. It's seven o'clock, get out of bed." Annie's mother attempted to encourage Annie out of bed. She pressed her cool hand to Annie's forehead and sighed when Annie mumbled a short 'no'.
"Think about it, Annie. It's the last day of school, and then after the summer you won't be a freshman anymore. Plus, it's your birthday in three days, you'll finally be fifteen." Annie's mother grinned as her daughter wearily pulled herself out of her bed.
"You just like to torture me on mornings, mom. Seven o'clock? Really?" Annie sighed as she pulled on her robe.
"Well, you shouldn't have been up so late talking to Finnick Odair if you knew that you would be tired."
"Shut up. He's my friend." Annie grumbled.
"Come on, the 'mom taxi' leaves at eight. Get dressed and by the time you're ready, I'll have some bacon ready for you." Annie's mother ruffled her daughter's hair affectionately.
"I love you, mom."
"I love you too, Annie."
"Are sure you picked everything up?" Annie's mother asked her from her seat in the car next to her.
"Yes mom, I'm sure." Annie rolled her eyes and smiled playfully before reaching over the back seat and picking up her back pack.
"Are you getting a ride home?"
"Yeah, with Clove and her dad. I'll see you tonight, okay?" Annie leaned over and kissed her mother on the cheek.
"We'll do something fun this evening, okay? We can go down to the lake like we used too." She brushed a hand over her daughter's cheek.
"I'd like that." Annie smiled sincerely before pushing open the car door and hopping out. "See you later, love you."
"Have a great day, little starfish." Annie's mother hit the gas pedal and drove away from the high school as her daughter chuckled at her mother's nickname for her. She had just turned away from the road to walk up the path when the screeching of tires was heard. Annie spun around, her eyes immediately finding her mother's car as a lorry five times its size ploughed into the driver's side. Annie screamed and raced forward towards the now-wrecked car. Before she could reach it, somebody tackled her to the ground on the island in the middle of the road.
"Let go!" Annie struggled, rolling over slightly to see her captor's face. "Damn it, Finnick! Let go of me!"
"You don't want to see whatever's down there, Annie. Trust me when I say it won't be pretty." Her best friend said, holding her tightly as she beat her fists against his back.
"No! She's hurt, I have to help her!" Desperate tears started to stream down her cheeks as she fought against Finnick.
"Annie, please." Finnick pleaded with her. She brought her knee up and thrust it into Finnick's groin.
"Oof!" His grip on Annie loosened and she managed to wriggle out from under him. She dashed across the road, ignoring Finnick's groans of pain. Already, a crowd had gathered and she heard the faint sound of a siren in the distance.
"Mom!" Annie yelled. She pushed her way through to front of the crowd.
"Don't look, kid." A woman tried to shield Annie's eyes, but she batted her hands away and leapt towards the ruined car. Her mother's mangled body looked completely lifeless. Annie collapsed to the ground, sobbing.
"No!" She screamed. "Not her!"
"Annie, it'll be okay." Finnick managed to shove his way through the crowd and dropped down next to her. He held her as she tried desperately to hit him.
"Let go! I don't know you! I don't know any of you! Let go off me!"
"Annie, it's Finn. I'm going to help you, I swear." Finnick searched her eyes, but they weren't even the same shade of green anymore. Something had snapped inside of her and he knew that there was no coming back from the place she had now reached.
"I hate you, I hate you all! Let go!" Annie screamed manically. Finnick held her tightly as she bit at him until the paramedics came and sedated her.
"What will happen to her?" He asked one of the paramedics who had stayed at the scene as the ambulances, one containing Annie and the other her mother's body, zipped around a corner.
"It's hard to say at the moment. What she saw in that car…It will have traumatized her to say the least." The paramedic ran a hand through his hair.
"I looked into her eyes- she isn't sane anymore. I get it, though- she saw her mother die." Finnick admitted. "Will I ever get her back? I mean, I know I won't get her back completely but...Will she ever be almost the same?"
"I'm not sure. You'll have to visit her; she'll be kept in the hospital. Give it a few hours before you head down there though, she'll need to be checked out." The paramedic said, before picking up his kit and leaving Finnick alone in the middle of the street.
Annie was terrified. She was more terrified than she had ever been before, even more so than when her father was still around. She sat trembling in the hospital bed, her knees pulled against her chest.
"I want my mom!" She yelled, sounding more like a five year old than an almost fifteen year old. A doctor in a white coat approached her with a clipboard tucked firmly under one arm.
"Annie Cresta?" He asked.
"Do you know about my mom?" She asked frantically. "I have to see her!"
"Unfortunately, I cannot allow that. This lady is going to help you more than the hospital can." He pointed stiffly to the lady behind him before leaving the room. Annie's gaze rested on the lady, who came to sit by her bed. She had grey hair, smile lines around her eyes and a soft smile on her lips.
"Hello." She said. "My name's Mags. What's yours?"
"A-Annie." She stuttered in response.
"That's a pretty name." The lady, Mags, had a soft voice. "I know what you're going through. I was sixteen when my mother…Passed."
"It's not fair." Annie mumbled as tears started to stream down her cheeks again. She pressed a hand to her eyes and gripped Mags' hand tightly with the other.
"I know, sweetheart. I'm here to help you." Mags reassured her.
"How? You can't bring her back. Nobody can." Annie squeezed her eyes shut, but all she could see was her mother's mangled body, her bleeding head against the steering wheel. Her eyes shot open again.
"No, but I can help you in other ways. Annie, what you've been through today…It's traumatizing for a young girl, or anyone for that matter. I want you to come and live with me and other people like you in a very special place." Mags said, squeezing Annie's pale hand softly.
"You're taking me away?" Annie ripped her hand away from the old lady's and clamped it over her mouth to conceal her shock. Her eyes, however, still brimmed with tears.
"No, Annie. It's not like that. You'll never recover properly if you stay here, so we'd like you to come to the Panem Home for the Emotionally Wounded in the next town over. We might even get you in a new school if you've recovered enough by next year." Mags reached for Annie's hand again, and the younger girl let her take it.
"People like me? Do you have names?" Annie asked. She was unsure about whether she truly wanted to leave or not. This was town where had mother had raised her, but it was now the town where her mother had died.
"Well, there's Katniss. She's nearly fifteen like you and with us because her father and sister were killed in a bank robbery. Jackie is nearly thirteen, and she's in Panem because her family abandoned her. I assure you that you'll get along very well with each of them, and it's in your best interest to come."
Finnick waited patiently for three painstakingly long hours before he gathered a bag of Annie's belongings from her bedroom (of course, he knew where they kept the spare key) and cycled to the hospital. He practically leapt off of his bike and ran inside the hospital without even chaining it to a tree.
"I'm looking for Annie Cresta." He told the lady at the help desk. He was panting heavily and sweating from the bike ride, but he didn't care. He just wanted to be there for Annie.
"Room 125." The lady said in monotone, barely glancing up from her computer screen.
"Thanks." Finnick mumbled, before jogging towards the staircase. He took them two at a time until he reached the second floor. He ran down the corridor until he found Annie's room. He burst inside and was greeted by two nurses re-making a used bed.
"Where is she?" Finnick asked. The nurses stared at him blankly. "Annie Cresta. Where is she?"
"Oh, her." The younger brunette nurse said.
"She's gone." The other redheaded nurse said.
"Gone? As in…" Finnick trailed off, his blood turning cold.
"Oh, good God no. She's gone off to some home for traumatized children." The brunette said, her mouth forming an 'o' at the worry on Finnick's face.
"It's not Panem, is it?" Finnick asked, sighing deeply.
"Yeah, that's the one. Panem Home for the Emotionally Wounded, I think it's called." The redhead added. It took all of Finnick's willpower to not sink to the floor. He had heard about that place. It was a supposedly a great place, but they didn't allow visitors. They said that stressful visits slowed down the recovery process, or something stupid like that. Finnick and his friends, minus Annie, had laughed about the poor idiots that got sent there and cut off from civilization. They'd even given it a name.
Annie Cresta, his best friend since they were twelve, was going to the Mad House and Finnick doubted he'd ever see her again.
"So…This it?" Annie asked, a little shaky as she stepped into the foyer.
"Yes. Let me take you to your room." Mags led Annie past staring eyes, through a lounge filled with teenagers and children, then through three doors and two corridors.
"Number twenty six." Annie read the number from the door.
"You'll be staying on your own for the first few months, but then we can talk about getting you a roommate." Mags said, unlocking the door. She then gave Annie the key and stepped back.
"I'll leave you in peace. The dining room is at the far end of the corridor, but it's your first night so I'll understand if you choose not to join us. I hope your room is okay." Mags smiled warmly at Annie.
"Thank you, Mags. I-I appreciate it. I…" She trailed off and stepped into her room, slamming the door behind her before Mags could see her cry again. She let her eyes wander around the room. A bunk bed rested against the middle wall, a bedside table on either side of it. A wardrobe stood opposite it, next to a curtained window. There was a wooden door opposite the door to the room, and Annie presumed it lead to a bathroom. A bookcase stood on one side of the door to the corridor, and a desk stood on the other. The floor was wooden, the walls were white and the ceiling was pale yell. Annie sighed as she made her way over to the bunk beds and pulled herself onto the top bunk.
"Mom." She muttered as she lay down on top of the covers with her head on the pillow. "Come back."
That was the moment Annie Cresta reached the point of no return.
Should I continue? If I do, this'll be like a prequel and the next chapter they'll all be a bit older.