So here's the short introductory bit... Told from Mockinjay Haymitch's POV. So, it's obviously in my Broken Souls series. I can't decide if I want to continue it, you know? I may just make it some of his thoughts...

Nobody knows me.

I don't want anyone to know me, or get close to me so that when I mess up, it doesn't hurt anybody else but me. I've hurt enough people that I don't want to hurt one more soul. I don't want to be who I was, I can't be likeable. No one will make the mistake of caring for me again.

I won the 50th Hunger Games. I killed seven people. I watched the girl I love die. My family was murdered because I made mistakes. I'm arrogant, strong, and handsome. Or I was.

I had been seventeen. Seventeen when the Games took away any resemblance of innocence I had left. Seventeen when I murdered. And tht was twenty-five years ago.

Who am I?

What have I left behind?

Who did I kill?

What is my story?

...unless you guys like it. Review. I'll make the next chapter soon, update it... That type of stuff...