Grab your saints and pray: we'll burn this world today.
As in heaven, as in Earth, we've been dead since our birth.
The moment Haymitch Abernathy's name was selected for the games, he knew, without a doubt, that he was doomed. He was the kind of kid that wouldn't go without a fight, though. He swore that he would make his mother proud. That was before the Donner girl: blonde hair, blue eyes and absolutely hopeless. If anyone was more doomed than himself, it was her.
Everything before the games was a blur in his washed out memory. He was far too intent on eating anything and everything he could, on sight. Maysilee Donner wouldn't come until later, when the two bumped into each other day five of the games. Wordlessly, they lowered their weapons, and became allies. Looking back, Haymitch thinks that's when he fell in love, and officially made himself the most doomed soul in Panem.
His victory had no reward, except maybe the money to drown himself in white liquor. To burn her dying image from his memory, by never letting the drunken haze leave. After all, she was a blue-eyed blonde and he was absolutely hopeless.
#
He rose his bottle in a toast, throwing back the liquor, searing his throat. The Mockingjay had done it. He wondered if his mother was proud of him, briefly, before he lost all coherent thought. Alone in his dirty, dark room in District 13 (the light bothered his head), Haymitch drowned himself in the spirits of all those lost.
The rebellion had no reward, except maybe the promise that another Maysilee would never happen again. Haymitch didn't care about that, though. She was already haunting him, resilient and stubborn in his thoughts. No amount of alcohol could burn her away, but damn if he stopped trying.
The moment Haymitch Abernathy's name was selected for the games, he knew, without a doubt, that he was doomed. He's been dying ever since.
Hi everyone! I hope you enjoyed it. Just a little something I had sitting around for a while. Haymitch and the Hunger Games belong to the lovely S. Collins. The two lines of lyric at the top belong to Hollywood Undead. You know the drill. I'd like your feedback! Thanks. Big Thank yous to ListlessLullaby for correcting the Undersee/Donner situation. ^^
Until next time,
Navigate safe,
Inheritance.