A/N: Hi! Here's the one-shot about the reaping in Haymitch's POV! It's going to be a bit confusing, because he's drunk, but here you go!
Drink, just drink Haymitch.
I gulp down bottle after bottle, each one numbing myself more and more. Today's the day. Another day on the stage. The prep team's gone so I can do whatever I want until the Reaping. Two more kids to meet and see die. Nothing different, the usual.
When it's the exact time of the Reaping, I force myself to get up, dress and slowly make my way to the center of District 12. I am up the steps and flopping into the chair and I see Effie right next to me. She seems… better than usual. So, I give her a hug to say hello. She backs away. Why? Oh well. The alcohol's getting to me, my vision is wobbly.
Effie is getting up, the girl tribute is being announced. Primrose Everdeen. I see a girl from the 12 year olds, I always hate getting a 12 year old, as she walks stiffly up. I am inspecting her, telling myself that she will die almost instantly.
Then another girl comes. She's sixteen this time, a Seam girl. Why would she volunteer for who I am guessing is a merchant child. Us from Seam don't do that. I wouldn't. Except, maybe for Maysilee. Maysilee. I search the other sixteens, and I see the girl who so resembles Maysilee. She would. After all, this is Maysilee's niece. Maybe, maybe if I had saved her somehow, she would be here.
I turn my attention back to the girl now on stage and hear Everdeen out of her mouth. Oh. She's the merchant girl's sister. But still, why? Family devotion only goes so far in these Games. But, I can see the act this will cause in Capitol. This girl, she's got. . . stuff.
Next thing I know, I am up.
"Look at her. Look at this one!" I throw my arms around her shoulders, almost hugging her. What am I doing? "I like her!" And I do. This girl is something much. "Lots of," what is it? "Spunk!" There it is. She's spunky, that's it! I am grinning now.
"More than you! More than you!" That's it. She's better than anyone else out there. Sitting back, watching. Better than Capitol.
I am walking, intending to shout more at the camera. But before I can do so, I fall.
I am falling, physically this time. And I am reminded of Maysilee. Watching her die, falling, falling hard.
As I close my eyes, I see a blonde boy with arm muscles, and see the girl on stage wipe away a tear.
That's the tear I shed, for Maysilee.
A/N: Not the best ever, but I just felt like I had to write this. So please review people! Tell me what you think!
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN HUNGER GAMES! IT GOES TO SUZANNE COLLINS!