I literally just said, "Oh Haymitch, yeah!" been reading Mockingjay.
Oh hey, wait. YOU GUYS DIDN'T KNOW I READ THE HUNGER GAMES? May as well mention I read Leviathan too, and I cannot wait for the last book.
Anyway.
It was when they go back to 12 with Cressida and all the people so Gale and Katniss can be filmed. Somewhere they say like: "Haymitch couldn't face it… without a bottle." And Katniss was all bitchy about it (GUESS WHO HATES THE MAIN CHARACTER~) but I had a different idear. Now IDK whether Haymitch comes in… hold on I'm about to go read this part of the book, brb.
Okay back, YEAH.
Well, since she doesn't have a name, I'm calling Haymitch's old girlfriend Deliah. BECAUSE I CAN.
So here it is:
…yeah
~Chae
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'I couldn't face it without a bottle.'
If anything would piss off Katniss Everdeen, it was the idea that during such a crucial time, I wouldn't be willing to work. Not without liquor, anyway. She wouldn't believe my words had any emotion behind them, and she would begin a hateful descent into anger and shame on my behalf.
Well Katniss Everdeen didn't know me, and I couldn't care less what she thought.
They left in the hovercraft sometime in the afternoon, but I didn't bother watching them leave. I was already at the door of my sorry excuse for a house by the time they left the launching pad.
I opened the door and closed it quickly behind me. Then I opened it a second time and slammed it shut. Loud and clear, no one would be messing with me any time soon.
But as soon as the door was closed, I leaned against it and just… fell. To the ground, to pieces, to tears. Because Katniss Everdeen didn't know me, and I didn't care what Katniss Everdeen thought. Even if she thought I was just slacking off, she had no clue what was really going on. She had no clue what I would recall, and what I would go through.
I looked a mess, covered in dirt and tears. But I didn't care. No one was going to see my face. As I banged my head back onto the door, I tried to replace sadness with pain. Over and over again, but the hurt wasn't nearly as strong as the memories.
Maysilee.
That little girl I had never cared about. But when we entered the games, everything was suddenly different. I had never asked her to become my ally. I swear she did that on her own. But then again, I never bothered to stop her. She was smarter than me though. Just when I was becoming friendly, she broke it off. Because she was wise and she knew that one day soon, one of us was going to have to die. And she didn't want to do that to her friend.
Women.
And of course, just minutes later, she died of course. Killed by a couple of flamingos. Because that sounds like such a great way to go. For maybe a second I remembered that this was District 13, and sarcasm did not exist around here. But then I reconsidered and realized that this was District 13, this place was a living hell, and I hadn't had a good bottle of liquor in over a month. So to hell with 13's trends.
I glanced down at the schedule on my left arm, reluctant to open my eyes. Technically, it was time for me to be socializing. But I took after my student and chose to ignore the schedule as I pleased. I was all up for saving Peeta. That kid was better than a brat like Katniss any day. But right now… I couldn't let myself be controlled. I had to be my own instead of being controlled by a government that I couldn't stand. But they said they would help, and it was all I had to go off of.
I had no one to socialize with. Anyone I would be willing to talk with was gone.
My family. Deliah.
After the Quarter Quell, I never really had the chance to be happy. The Capitol was not happy with my winnings. Using the force field. Ha, I sure did make a mockery of them, didn't I? It was meant to be their way of keeping me inside, but I used it for myself to get outside. And the Capitol did not liked that. In return, they murdered my mother. Perhaps she was the only woman I would openly care for. My brother. I was rough on him, but then again you had to be rough on any growing man in District 12. Because things would never go easy on you.
And then there was Deliah. I would never have said it but I loved her. We had been a couple of high school sweethearts, but I always turned her away in public. She didn't care, though. Deliah would smile and laugh at me in private while I tried to keep up a face of steel. But Deliah made me smile too, and it was hard. And she knew that, so she didn't give up on me.
So when the Capitol killed her, I pretty much stopped smiling.
I shook my head. Deliah. What was I doing thinking about her? A sweetheart, that was all she had ever been and all she'd ever had a chance to be. So suppose I forget her and the rest of them, and try to think about someone that was actually alive.
I went through a list, knocking people off and as I went I realized that there was pretty much no one I had ever cared about that was still living.
Perhaps I could try to talk about Hazelle instead.
She had been taking good care of my home right before the Quarter Quell. The first thing she did when she walked into my house was gasp, those green eyes that did not belong to someone in the Seam going wide.
"Where's the broom?" she asked me, looking around the house in disgust.
That place had been a mess, hadn't it?
I looked her in the eye with a half assed glare. "I don't have one."
Hazelle left the house and came back no more than five minutes later carrying all the cleaning supplies I could ever imagine. This time her face was determined. Then skeptical as her eyes searched the first floor. Then with a look askance, she opened her mouth and commanded me, "Take a bath before I clean the tub. You look a wreck, so I'll start with this floor."
And then she slammed down the bucket and gave me a glare that somehow forced my legs to move away from the table and up the stairs. For the first time in a long while, both my house and I were clean.
Hazelle would come in every morning to take care of the house. Sometimes I would wake up and she was there, sipping a cup of tea without my permission. But she had become comfortable here and didn't bother being considered a visitor anymore. She may as well have lived here. And to be honest, for the most part I didn't mind. Hazelle would push a cup of tea my way, and most times, I'd swat it back at her, reaching under the table for whatever alcohol I had gotten from the Hob most recently. Other days, I'd take the tea like one of her obedient children and we would sit down to have a nice conversation. You know, I had tried to stay sober around her. It seemed sick to be piss drunk around a mother of four, and she never ceased to refresh my conscience. I can almost laugh at those lectures she gave me on the effects of alcohol while she swept the floor as though it was her worst enemy.
For a second, I was calm remembering that. It was the first time that I'd had a friend in a long time.
But then I recalled that I had left her to burn up in flames in District 12, and I was unhappy.
I had just sat back and waited for her to die; knowing perfectly well that something terrible was going to happen to her. So perhaps there really was a reason I was staying away from the Hawthorne mother.
Thinking of Effie Trinket only got me riled up. She had been annoying and bratty, and I would never tell her because she wouldn't let me live it down, but she had been useful. But I couldn't put her on the list of the living because I had no idea where she was or what was happening to her. No one could see me. I didn't bother acting like I didn't care about what happened to that pink headed know it all. Believe it or not, I had a heart, and I didn't really want anyone else I knew to die.
Peeta could be killed any moment.
Katniss was just a ticking time bomb.
I had nothing left to hold on to.
I slammed my head against the door one last time, the tears refreshing themselves, letting out a moan of agony.
"What I wouldn't do for a god damned bottle of liquor right now."
X.x.X
Lol, Haymitch is such a ladies man. I support him with like every woman he has interacted with… but aside from Deliah, I tried t make it look like they were good friends. In a way.
Well then. I have a feeling this came out better than I thought it would. 8D it's 11:55 p.m. right now sooo~ I need to sleep. But WHO SLEEPS NOW A DAYS? I'm actually on spring break, and my friend Gracie threatened to kill me if I didn't finish Mockingjay by the time we get back to school.
So I'm trying to finish that book, because I wouldn't put it past Gracie to murder me.
I'M JUST WAITING FOR STUFF TO HAPPEN TO FINNICK, BECAUSE EVERYONE TOLD ME.
BUT I LOVE HIM.
I LOVE HIM SO MUCH.
I have to go before I cry over Finnick and then start thinking about Cinna and… and… oh god here come the water works. BYE.
~Chae
