A/N- Here's a little prologue told from Maysilee's point of view during her Hunger Games. Enjoy!
I leave Haymitch standing alone at the edge of the cliff. I walk fast and don't look back. I don't want him to see the tears that are rolling down my face.
It breaks my heart to leave him. I don't want to leave him. I also have to remember that these are the Hunger Games, and I don't want it to have to come down to Haymitch and me. Would Haymitch kill me if it came down to us? I hope not. I know he could, but I hope he wouldn't. I know I could never kill him.
I never told him, but I think I love him. I love the boy from the Seam. My mother would love that, wouldn't she?
I think he has feelings for me, but I'm not sure. He's hard to predict. I, on the other hand, am an open book.
I suddenly feel eyes watching me. I stop and try to calm myself. It could be another tribute or it could be another mutt. I hope it's Haymitch. Maybe Haymitch came back for me!
I look behind me and see a bunch of bright pink birds. I should've known better. Why would Haymitch come back for me? I curse myself for being so optimistic.
I let out a shriek of surprise. The pink birds charge at me. I think it's because I screamed. I suddenly feel sharp pains in my leg and look down. The birds are puncturing my skin with their sharp, curved beaks. I begin to panic when I see that many more birds are coming.
They squawk and hiss as I try to defend myself. I kick and punch, but there are so many birds. I scream as my legs give out. I fall flat on my back, the birds forming a circle around me.
I shriek louder as they begin to peck holes into my neck. I try to say Haymitch, but the blood makes it hard to understand. I scream more out of fear than pain. If only Haymitch were here…
As if he read my thoughts, Haymitch comes running up to me out of nowhere. The birds are frightened by his presence and fly away. Haymitch reaches me and takes my hand. He gives it a reassuring squeeze.
"I'm sorry," he whispers. I open my mouth, but it fills up with my own blood. I cough and sputter out the red liquid, but it keeps coming.
Maybe I was wrong. Maybe he really does have feelings for me. Maybe he loves me back.
"I love you," I try to say, but the blood gets in the way. I cough and sputter.
"Sh, don't talk," he whispers. I don't think he understood what I said. Oh, Haymitch. If only you knew…
The world is becoming fuzzy and my eyes want to close. I begin to panic. I'm going to die! I don't want to die!
"Please don't leave," he whispers as I give in and close my eyes. The cannon booms shortly after. If only Haymitch knew I didn't plan on leaving…
A/N-This is just a prologue I figured I would put in. This story will be about Haymitch after Maysilee dies. The thing is Maysilee never leaves. I hope you enjoyed! Review, please!