A soft groan escapes my mouth. Where am I? My eyelids are heavy, and I feel as if the world is spinning round. Where am I? I repeat. When my eyes come into focus I scan my surroundings. I'm in a white room, only a white bed in the middle and some tubes connecting my arm with a big machine to my right. Aside from that I can see a white door at the other side of the room. Why am I here? Where is my...Family? Who is my family? A sudden fear over takes me. I don't...I don't remember. Anything.

Am I not supposed to remember? Suddenly a man comes through the once closed door.

"See you finally woke up sweetheart!" The man laughs. WHO IS HE? My eyes fly everywhere. I wanna flee, like a wild animal would. Run away. Hide. But I can't. No way out but the door. Would I make it to the door? Would he catch me? "Don't even think about it sweetheart..." Am I that predictable? His laughter overcomes any other sound in this place "...You can't stand up yet. Your not fully recovered yet."

Recovered? What is he talking about? Recovering from what? I stare at him, bewildered.

"I? Recovered from what? Was I in an accident? Who are you? Where am I?" All these questions rush out of my mouth. He suddenly goes sad.

"You don't know who I am?"

"Answer my other questions first..." I say cautiously Thats when the man losses it. He begins talking to himself and pacing around the room. Has he gone mad?

"I shouldn't of let myself put my hopes up. They warned me this could happen. That she wouldn't remember Stupid, Stupid, Stupid. Haymitch I thought you had learned to not care. I thought you knew by now."

"Haymitch? Your name is Haymitch?" He turns, seeming to have just noticed I was still there.

"Yeah...Haymitch Albernathy." He looks down, kind of disappointed I guess.

"I'm sorry that I don't remember, but, who are you? How do you know me?"

"I'm well, I'm a friends of your Parents. Your neighbor and we are or at least were like family." I nod but a word in that sentence catches my attention.

"My Parents?" He stares up at me.

"You don't remember them either, do you?" He sighs.

"I? I? No." Its kind of embarrassing to say you don't remember your own parents. "Who are they? Why are they not here?" He moves the chair closer to me, grabs my hand and speaks softly.

"Sweetheart, you were in a car crash." My eyes water.

"Car crash? What does that have to do with my parents?" He sighs.

"Look, we were on vacation. All of us, and-" I interrupt him.

"All of us?" He looks at me for a minute then answers.

"You, your parents, your brother, and I."

"Brother?"

"You have a little brother. Four years younger."

"Oh." I say. There is a long silence. He continues.

"Anyways, we were on vacation to District 4-" Once again I interupt.

"Where do we live? I mean, what district?"

"12. District 12."

"Ok."

"So, we were going to visit a friend. An old friend. When we got there we rented a car. Your dad was the only one who knew how to drive, your mom was flipping out, cause she wanted to learn but he wouldn't let her. He said it was dangerous. After dinner they wanted to go out for a ride, to see district 4, you and your brother went along. Me I stayed home. Around an hour later I got a phone call...While you guys were out, a man got in the way, and your dad he went off the road so that he wouldn't hit him. You crashed into another car. There was a big explosion. They thought you were all gone. But then they heard you cry and got you to the hospital on time." Now I feel a tear roll down my face. So now I will never know them, and I don't remember them. Haymitch looks at me. "They didn't find the remains. I'm sorry you had to find out this way."

I shake my head "I had to know. Thank you." I say softly. He nods.

"I didn't want to go back to District 12, so I transferred to District 7."

"Why District 7?"

"Because I needed company." Is his only reply. I nod still confused. After a long awkward silence he says. "I want to bring you with me." Shock. Shock is what I feel.

"To 7?"

"Yes, I wouldn't be able to leave without knowing you are safe. So I want to bring you with me." After eliminating any other possible option I reply.

"Ok."

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Three days later...
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I grab the suitcase Haymitch had gone and packed for me from District 12. Along with the help of another person, Effie Trinket. They packed my whole house if you ask me. I have asked Haymitch a billion times who my parents were but he refuses to tell me anything. For now at least. He says I need to 'start fresh, and stop fussing'. Today is when we leave for District 7. Turns out we are still in District 4, but we won't be any longer. I walk up the ramp and onto the train, after, I sit in a chair by the window...Haymitch follows close behind an sits next to me. About an hour into the trips he says.

"What exactly do you remember?" The question take me by surprise so it takes me a while to gather my thought.

"I remember the things I learned in school. About the hunger games, too. I know that you were a victor & mentor and Effie she was an escort..." He cuts me off.

"You know that?"

"Yes, I remember the basics of my life...Nothing important though."

"What do you remember about yourself?"

"My name is Iris. I'm 12 years old. And I have Amnesia." I look out the window.