As Haymitch was greeted by extravagant crystal chandeliers, and red carpets, when he was brought into the Mayor's house, to say his final goodbyes, he felt utter sadness. Sadness at the utter hopelessness of the odds of him living past these terrible games. Silently, Haymitch made a plea, to whatever god was up there, that he'd be granted the impossibility of life after this horrifying experience. Breaking him from his thoughts, he heard a knock at the door of the guest bedroom, that he was to bid everyone he loved, goodbye. But, it wasn't his mother who entered. It was Lucy. Her eyes were red and puffy, and she looked as if she was going to break at any moment. At the same time, they ran into each other's arms, and held each other in that savouring way, when you know all is over. 'Please try', Lucy cried into Haymitch's shirt. Haymitch cringed at her sadness. But nodded his head slowly, 'I'll try for you'. She pulled away from Haymitch to look him in the eyes, right before sharing a long, passionate, kiss. The kiss was interrupted-however, by an anger peace keeper, who forced Lucy out. 'I Love-' Lucy screamed, but the door slammed behind her, cutting her off. And that's when Haymitch began to weep. He sobbed out unintelligible words, as Colin, and his mother, came to say goodbye. 'Don't leave me!' Colin had screamed, as soon as entering the room. Haymitch's heart had broken, when he'd heard his brother's vulnerable words. 'I'm coming back Colin.' He promised, Colin had nodded his head, and hugged his brother tightly. Mother had given him a small brown feather, that she'd found while walking there, she said it was his father's favourite kind of bird- an owl. Mother said his father loved owls, because they're nocturnal and very beautiful creatures. He promised to use it as his token in the Hunger Games. When his family was escorted out, Haymitch screamed, and pounded on the locked, room door that the Peace keepers were holding him in. He wanted to see Lucy's, Mother's, and Colin's faces one last time. But after a while he stopped, he knew that it would only cause him more pain, by making more memories with them. So he did the only thing he could think of- imagining as each person, as a helium balloon, he let them float away from himself, and up into the sky, where he'd never see them again.
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Haymitch's Hunger Games
Teen FictionHaymitch Abernathy's life is far from perfect. But when the yearly reaping, for the second Quarter Quell dawns, the new tribute's world tumbles beyond imperfection. The deathly Hunger Games awaits him, and the odds aren't in his favour, with double...