To start this off properly, I'm Annie Cresta. 'The Poor Mad Girl From District 4' they call me. I won the 70th Hunger Games. I witnessed my district partner, Rod O'Connor, become beheaded. I have been mad ever since. I am mad on the outside, but on the inside, I'm still the same Annie, just a bit different. I am not very good at expressing my thoughts,or my words, or what I'm thinking. Finnick can figure out what I need. He's almost like my caretaker. But he's more important than that. He's my life, to be honest. I probably wouldn't be alive if Finnick hasn't here with me. People also wouldn't understand me. I am constantly covering my ears, and closing my ears. I also laugh at strange times, and stare into the distance. But Finnick knows why. He always knows why. Finnick Odair, he never loved those Capital women. He always loved the poor mad girl back home. Finnick Odair loved me. Annie Cresta.
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~Pond
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The Poor Mad Girl Back Home: Annie Cresta
FanfictionAnnie Cresta. Knots. Blood. Head. Dying. Finnick Odair. Smile. All This Goes Black. Annie Cresta is a victor. She just is one greatly affected by the arena. Now she's mentally unstable, and Finnick Odair is her love. Tell her this is the story of An...
