fanfic of Finnick and Annie's son wondering about his father |
They say he was brave, he was strong, he was kind. They say he won the Hunger Games, he helped make Panem free from “the Capitol”. But how do I know who he really was? My mother doesn’t say much about him, even if I ask, she just looks scared, like when an animal senses danger, her eyes just look distant, and fearful. Now I don’t mention it much, people around district 4 say he loved my mother, and he did all he could to help her. They say I have his eyes. All I know for sure is his name was Finnick Odair. And he was my father. I try to think how all the things I hear fit together, how he killed innocent people in the Hunger Games, and how he was also kind and cared for my mother. How could someone so patient and loving hurt people? I was born after the games ended, so I don’t know much, but how could that be? from what people have said to me I never met Finnick, he died as a soldier in the war before I was born. Do I really look like him? Thats what people say, but I have never even seen a picture of my father. When I met my mothers friend Katniss, she said I looked much like him, my bronze hair, my sea green eyes, the way I smile. Her eyes were filled with sadness when she saw me, I assume because I really do remind her of my father Finnick. When I saw her she gave me a warn piece of rope. I do not really know why she did, but she said it was something of my fathers and if I was to feel sad, I should tie knots in it. I’ve tried tying the knots, and I guess it does make me feel a little better. It makes me wonder why Finnick was feeling sad, was it because of my mother? Did he know he was going to die? I guess I will never get these questions answered. When I was younger, my mother would sometimes tell me stories about a brave man, who helped us be free. Now I wonder if she was talking about him. Sometimes during her stories she would stop speaking and just stare out a window towards the beach, did the beach remind her of Finnick? Did it make her sad to tell me stories about him? She also becomes very sad and frustrated for no reason, like when she sees people swimming on the beach, or if she sees the sunset. So many things seem painful for her. Sometimes she’ll start screaming at night and call for Finnick, and she seems confused when no one answers her calling, and just lays there shaking. I really wish I could help her. If only the world had never lost the man with sea green eyes and bronze hair, who took away my mothers pain and tied knots in rope when he was sad. |