The train comes and I get on it. I immediatly go into the bedroom all tributes get on the train. I lay down on the bed and take off the necklace I'm wearing. Annie made it for me, a few months after she won the Games. I start silently crying, remembering that day. We had fallen in love already, but I needed something to distract her from the arena. So I found her some rope. I gave it too her and she kind of stared at it, not knowing what to do with it. All of a sudden, she ran down to the beach, I ran after her. By the time I got there, she was digging around for something. I wasn't sure what, but she seemed happy so I let her be. A few hours later, she brought me a necklace made out of seaweed, a rock, and the rope.
"Thank you Annie," I had whispered. It truly was a beautiful necklace. I wore it everyday and right now was the first time I had ever taken it off. I miss Annie already and the very thought of her having to watch me die makes me sick. I don't mind dying, I've got no purpose in life. But if I die, Annie will fall apart. More then she already has. She won't be able to live. She'd probably kill herself. I lean over my bed and start puking. When I'm done, I lay back on my bed, all sweaty. I force myself up and force myself into the shower. I get sick again, but I can't stop thinking about Annie. I eventually give up and just sleep. My dreams are filled with Annie, her killing herself in multiple ways. These are the worst nightmares I've ever had. I finally awake. I want more then anything to go home. But no. I'm stuck going to the Capitol. The place that has memories I'd like to forget. I did get some sort of payment for what I did there though........ Something much more valuable then money.
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The Boy With the Sugar Cubes
FanfictionYou probably have read Catching Fire from Katniss' point of view. But what about other characters, like Finnick? What were his feelings about this whole thing?
