Haymitch Abernathy has been selected as a tribute in the biggest hunger games on record. He joins fellow tributes in the arena for a fight to the death. He goes into the games with the attitude of never coming out but a friend has other ideas.
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I wake up to the steady beep, beep of a heart monitor. I was in a white, hospital smelling room.
"Hey Haymitch." Maysilee said. She walked into my line of vision and stocked a stray hair out of my eyes. "You made it." Her voice was soft and delicate. Her skin was whole and beautiful, almost glowing. She wore a simple white dress and her golden locks fell in graceful waves down her back.
"Where are we?" I asked.
"In a hospital room I think, beneath the tribute centre. Soon you will be presented to Panem." She faded away.
"May, Maysilee come back." I croaked. I blacked out.
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I was presented to Panem. Caesar Flickerman shook my hand and gestured for me to sit. He said something I couldn't hear and pointed to a monitor. It played the highlights of the games. I noticed Sander made it to the top three. It made me angry to think that he lived longer then May. I was blinded with a deep burning fury, but when Maysilee died a tear slipped down my cheek. I felt a hand on my shoulder. Maysilee stood there behind me.
She smiled, "Who are so brave." She said and wiped away the tear. Then she disappeared.
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When I went home I didn't care about that I got to see my family again. I didn't care that I would never starve again. As soon as I got back to District 12 I went to her twin sister, Madison.
"I'm sorry." I said and hugged her. "She gave this to me." I handed her the pin. Tears were in our eyes.
I moved into the victor's village. My family didn't come with me. Being with family just seemed too normal. My life wasn't normal. Whenever I was bothered to make myself a meal I would always make enough for Maysilee too.
At night I would have horrible nightmares. Often they were about Maysilee dying over and over. It was enough to drive anyone insane. But every time I woke up screaming, I would find her.
"Shh. It was just a dream." She would stroke my hair and sing to me. She had the voice of an angel. I would fall asleep before she reached the end and then I would dream of Mockingjay song.
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One week after I returned from the games, President Snow had my family killed in secret as a punishment to me for having defied the Capitol. It was then that there was no one left in my life that I started drinking. I never cared much for my family but loosing them just made everything hit home.
I started to pass out from the alcohol. Maysilee stoped coming when I had nightmares. I was utterly and completely alone. For weeks I wouldn't even go outside, months even. This couldn't be real. None of this. The games, the Capitol, the deaths, none of it. But Maysilee was real wasn't she? I held her hand when life left her behind. The thoughts in my head swirled around they made me dizzy and sick. I drank more hoping to cure myself of a dead life.
