The Hunger Games (MCR Fanfic)

Chapter 5

Word Count: 4,178

Started: February 29th, 2016                                     Finished: March 14th, 2016

Hey Guys! Sorry for not updating in like two weeks. See end authors note on details, announcements, & other important things I need to tell you guys. Anyway, enjoy ;)!

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     I'm rudely woken up by Melanie screaming at Brendon & I. Her voice immediately makes my head start pounding. I hate this, I hate that I made the decision to do shots with Brendon last night. "Brendon Boyd Urie! You got drunk with a tribute? Unbelievable!" Melanie shrieks. I open one eye to see the gray dawn light pour through a window & Brendon holding his head in his hands. "M'sorry," He mumbles. "Oh you better be, this is the third games you've done this! Today is a very important day, all of the tributes arrive in the Capitol & it's crucial they make a good first impression, Brendon," Melanie scolds.

     She needs to shut up, can't she see we're hungover here? But she doesn't, she bitches on & on to Brendon about how irresponsible he is for letting me drink. However; some of it is my fault too. I was the one who decided to stay with Brendon & get drunk, so why is he getting all the blame? I don't want to leave this table. Partially because it's really comfortable, but more so because everything kind of hurts right now & I don't want to move.

     However; Melanie forces me by shaking me a little harder than expected. "Gerard, Gerard wake up," She says urgently. I immediately snap up into a sitting position. "I'm up, I'm u-" I reply attempting to get off the table but fall off & onto a couple of chairs. I groan at the pain. That'll make a nice bruise on my back. Melanie helps me up into a chair while Capitol attendants wipe down the table & set it for breakfast.

     Melanie scurries off to go wake Katniss up so Brendon & I are alone. I have the worst headache ever & everything is so bright, I feel awful. I look over to Brendon whose massaging his temples, trying to ease his migraine too. "You never told me hangovers would be this bad," I say to him. "Yeah...I guess I...forgot to..." Brendon trails off, to hungover to think. I vaguely remember last night, the only strong memory I have is Brendon telling me to man up & drink. Despite the fun I think I had, the aftermath of it all is not enjoyable. I feel sick, my mouth is dry, & my head feels like it's being hit repeatedly with a mallet.

     Just then Melanie is back in the room Katniss. It may just be my heightened sensitivity to light & sound right now, but normal softer noises like the door opening or someone sitting down is ten times louder than it usually is. Not to mention the usual soft glow of the extravagant chandelier above the table feels like I'm looking directly into a flashlight. I would give anything to just go back to sleep right now & nurse this awful headache I have. Alas I can't because of the tight schedule I have today. Arrive in the Capitol, make a good impression, & later be paraded around the city half naked at the opening ceremonies.

     Breakfast is served & despite how overall shitty & sick I feel I'm actually quite peckish. I'm served a massive plate of eggs, ham, heaps of fried potatoes. There's tureen of fruit sits in ice to stay chilled & an enormous basket of rolls that my family could live off of for at least a week. In front of me there is a tall, elegant glass of orange juice next to a mug of hot chocolate. At least I think it's hot chocolate. I've only had it once on New Year's eve the same year I spared Chestnut. Frank & I had just enough money to buy expensive cocoa mix & milk from the pricier shops in the hob & we bought a lot of it. I remember sitting on top of my roof with Mikey drinking cups & cups of the stuff. There's a third drink on the table that I've never seen before.