NOTE: I know Haymitch dosnt have a daughter but I kept thinking…what if he did? How would that all unfold? I just had to write about it :3 Enjoy :)
I frown and walk as quietly as I possibly can. My feet need to be in just the right place or all of this would be for nothing. Ever so carefully do I tiptoe over my sleeping father who is laying drunk and passed out on the floor. If one board creeks I'm done for. As I carefully inch my way closer and closer I can taste the freedom, almost reach out and grab it! My hand touches the cool metal of the door knob and im twisting it ever so slightly so that it doesn't squeak. I open it and slide through the small crack in the door closing it quickly but quietly behind me. The wind blows on my face as I sprint across the grassy field barefoot, the feeling of the grass between my toes feels so good and I don't think I've ever felt this alive in my whole life! Father never lets me just have fun and play outside. He says I have too much work to do. I fall on my back and stare up at the pitch black sky dotted with millions of tiny stars. Tomorrow is the reaping but I'm not worried, father was in the hunger games so we never have to worry about a shortage of food. My name is only in there three times! Haymitch, that's my father, never wants me in the games. He says they took away my momma but I don't see how. She was never in the games and he won't tell me how she died. It's hard for me growing up without her but I have Katniss. Katniss is like my momma, she takes care of me when my dad can't. Katniss lets me play and have fun, that's why I like her so much! After gazing at the stars for a bit I sneak back inside but I find a horrible surprise.
"I thought I told you to not go outside. DIDNT I TELL YOU!?" He screams at me a bottle in one hand.
"I just... I just wanted to see the stars…I'm sorry daddy" I murmur quietly looking at the ground
"You don't understand! I don't want them to take you too! You can't let them take you!" he says in a loud voice but at least he has stopped yelling. Take me? What is he talking about?
"Just go to your room Serena." He says in a tired voice taking a long swig from his bottle.
"But dad…what do you mean? Why would they take me?" I ask him puzzled
"Go to your room" He repeats sternly giving me the eye
"Fine" I mutter too low for him to hear. I close the door behind me without slamming it because I knew if I did it would only make things worse.
I plop down on my bed and close my eyes trying to remember all of the things hes ever mentioned about mom and them. There wasn't much that wasn't repeated. It mostly consisted of things like 'Don't let them take you!' or 'It wasn't her fault! It was mine!' I got a lot of this from when he was drunk so I didn't know how reliable it all was.
I just had to find out what has been plaguing him like this. It was killing me to not know! Whenever I would ask Katniss or Peeta they would change the subject quickly. It was all so frustrating and I wasn't sure what I was to do. I knew that I need to get some sleep and get ready my stuff ready for the reaping tomorrow but I just couldn't. My mind was in hyper drive as I tried to figure out the whole mystery with my father Haymitch Abernathy and my late mother Cassie Matthews. I decide to go over the story from the very beginning, my birth.
I was a child born out of wedlock. My parents were only 15 when they had me and it was the scandal of the century! They worked very hard though, to raise me. My grandmother, also late, watched me while my parents went to school and worked so they could support us. When I was just a year old my father was picked for the hunger games. It was very hard on my mother and grandmother from what I was told, they didn't think he would make. They were proven wrong though when he indeed became victor. He won in a clever way; he knew if he ducked the axe would come back and kill his last opponent. A month after my mother was killed. I'm not sure how though, no one will tell me no matter how many times I try to ask! My grandmother died a month after my mother and my father had no one left. I assume she died from old age but I'd never asked so I didn't know that either. I was missing a lot but it was something to work with I think. I might be able to weasel a few more things out of Katniss and Peeta if I tried hard enough. All I could do was hope that I could figure this out. How bad could it be? My father was a victor and victors were treated with respect! At least that's what I had learned in school. I needed to find out who they were. I change into my pajamas and lay out my reaping clothes, a simple white dress with silver embroidery. This used to be my mother's reaping dress. I frowned and got out some sandals to wear with it. I brushed my teeth and shut out the lights climbing in-between my covers. I had so much to think about. I could solve all of it after the reaping though so I needed to get to sleep. I calm my mind down by reciting the song Katniss had taught me over and over in my head. It wasn't long before I drifted into a sleep filled with the unknown.