NOTE FROM AUTHOR: This is the prologue of my first story on here; this will be a fanfiction centred around the relationship between Haymitch Abernathy and Effie Trinket from The Hunger Games trilogy - I do not own any of these characters, as they have been invented by the fabulous Suzanne Collins. Please, read and review! I know that the prologue is not at all very interesting, but it has eased me into Effie's character. I am not used to writing in first person, so please give me some feedback and excuse any mistakes that have been made!
I had not expected to find such warmth in my new home. I call it a home, but it is in fact a short-term arrangement until I am back on my feet. I would never have expected to find myself in District 12; it would have been the last district in Panem that I would live in. I could have found comfort in the more sophisticated districts – I even would have had a continual flow of my delectable treats that I loved so much in the Capitol. I can almost taste the chocolate-covered strawberries and the delicious toffees that would melt in my mouth – yes, Effie Trinket does indeed have a sweet tooth. I know that I will miss these home comforts, and the endless parties that I would attend each weekend – I will most definitely miss the class that was shown in the Capitol. But after what had happened to me there, I'm not sure if I will ever find comfort there in the future.
I am rushing ahead with my story, readers. I do apologize, for I can sometimes jump into these stories without a thought! I'm afraid that my mind is still on the chocolate-covered strawberries – oh, how I miss my treats. However, there is a story to be told and I am determined to look back and face these so-called demons. It all started in the Capitol, when chaos broke out during these rebellions in various other districts – I will describe it as a ripple in a pond, as it seemed like violence was spreading like wildfire throughout Panem. I have never excused such rude acts of viciousness – I found these rebellions to be rather unattractive in some manners. However, I, Effie Trinket, became a rebel. Yes, you heard me readers, I became a rebel of sorts during this rebellion.
I suppose it stemmed from my fondness of Katniss Everdeen – my first victor. I had never allowed myself to feel any form of sentiments towards the tributes, but I felt empowered. This young woman had grown from volunteering for her sister, to leading a rebellion throughout Panem. No, I will never admit this to her in person, of course, that would be quite too much emotion for me to handle – but it was the first time in my existence that I felt powerless. I didn't much relish that feeling. I passed information onto the rebel forces before I was taken prisoner under suspicion that I was involved in rebel activities; however, I knew that each person in the Capitol that had been in contact with the victors during the Games, had been taken prisoner and some had even been killed! I knew it would be a matter of time before I was silenced, also.
I was terrified, you know. This is not something that I feel often, for I had no reason to feel like that! But my imprisonment had been dreadful. I can still remember the sound of feet marching down the corridor outside, and the sound of the guards unlocking the door so that the Peacekeepers could enter and stare down at me. I can feel the shocks run through my petite form each time I refused to talk, and those instruments that were used on me…I shudder to recall these memories. So instead of distressing you all with such acts of violence, I will start from when I was rescued.