The Poor Mad Girl Back Home: Annie Cresta

"Keep making knots. Knots are good. I like knots." Finnick heard me muttering as we created a net together on the beach. "Annie. Annie. Annie." He kept repeating my name, and I looked up. I was out of my own little reality. "Hello Finnick."

"Oh Annie," Finnick said kissing the top of my head. I smiled at him, and he smiled back. We continued our way through the knots, till we had finished the net. Then we started another. We talked a bit while we worked, but I mainly stayed in my own world. Only Finnick could call me back to the horrible truth that is reality. But with him, it wasn't that horrible. People always say that I'm mentally unstable, but I'm not that bad. I can be unstable, but that is mainly when Finnick isn't around and when I'm in my own world. Which is fairly often. "Annie. Annie baby. Can you hear me?" Finnick whispered in my ear. "I'm, I'm here," I tell him. "Now you are," he smiled.

"Come on. Let's go and put these nets away," he said. We stood up, Finnick with the three nets over his shoulder, and walked off the beach. We held hands, and talked the whole way home.