Chapter 7.

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Haymitch, Effie and I get off the train when we get back to district 12. I look in the crowd trying to find my mom and dad, but they are nowhere to be found. The mayor comes up to congratulate Haymitch and me for bringing district 12 another victor. I ask where my parents are and he hangs his head. "Lilly, there was an accident, down in the mines. Your parents, they didn't make it. I'm sorry." The mayor says solemnly. I am taken aback, I want to cry but I keep my composure. Haymitch leads me to my new home in the Victors Village and I am finally alone. I let my tears go. I just lost the rest of my family, the reason I tried so hard to get home. I am alone. 'I have Haymitch, and Effie' I think, in an attempt to calm myself. I think about going to Haymitch but I decide not to. I'll probably have time away from the cameras for a little, the recording people got what the mayor said about my parents, they will hopefully leave me alone for a few days.

(Time Skip)

The cameras left yesterday. I can finally take a breath. Haymitch has been over at my house everyday trying to help me adjust. I sit on my plush couch and sigh. Haymitch sits next to me and looks over at me. "You know, kid, you have been a real good actor." He says. "What do you mean?" I ask. "I know you were just acting happy for the camera. You put on a brave face so people didn't know how upset you are about your parents. I get it, the same thing happened to me when I won my games." He says. "R-really?" I ask. "Ya, after my games my parents, and girlfriend, all died. I have no clue why but I have a suspicion." He says, I know he suspects the capital just like I do. I hug him, crying at this point, and just sit there in his arms. "It's ok, it's ok." He says rubbing my back. "I-I know it's my fault. I used the arena as a weapon. I'm the reason they're dead." I cry. "Hey, you're ok. I got you. You're safe now." He says in a soft voice. I sit there hugging him for a little till I calm down a little. I let him go and look up at him. "Thank you, for being there." I say. "Of course Sweetheart." He smiles. I give him a sad smile back and lean back on the couch. The Victory tour is soon and I will have to confront my nightmares and wair a brave face, like I was doing before.

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