Following the events of the 75th Quarter Quell, President Coriolanus Snow had sent out a standing order to the local peacekeepers in District 4, stating that you must be collected & brought into Capitol custody at once, that way you could be questioned about your knowledge of the upcoming rebellion, as well as Finnick’s involvement since he was your boyfriend.

Considering you didn’t know that a rebellion was even happening, you weren’t of use to him, which lead him to leave your fate in the hands of the Capitol peacekeepers, which was a fate much crueler than death.

After what seemed like forever, a rescue team sent by the rebels of District 13 had slipped by the Capitol’s defenses and saved you alongside Peeta Mellark, Johanna Mason, and a couple of others that had been unfortunate enough to experience the same fate as the rest of you. But by that time they came, the damage was already done, because by then, you had already witnessed & endured a lifetime worth of trauma and pain. Enough to last for as long as you lived.

Despite this painful revelation, you could still savage your mental health by talking to someone about it. However knowing you, Finnick knew you would never say anything, so, he did so for you.

Which certainly did not end up well.

“Love, don’t tell me you’re actually mad at me for telling them.” Finnick motioned to the confused therapist behind him, trying his hardest not to get angry. “You need help. And they can give it to you.” Finnick went on his knees, trying to plead for you to open up.

“Please, just say something. Let them help you.” Finnick paused.

”Let me help you.”