Okay, this is my first Hayffie fic so please go easy on me. The whole story is set during and after Mockingjay...
Disclaimer: Suzanne Collins owns the Hunger Games Trilogy and it's characters, not me. If I owned it Hayffie would be canon
Effie's POV
How long has it been? Hours? Days? Months? Years? It feels like I've been kept here since the beginning of time. Why would they do this to me? I'm a Capitol citizen and I have obeyed their every whim and command since birth, except maybe for answering questions regarding the rebellion.
It was pretty obvious that Haymitch, Cinna and the victors of the other districts kept something from Katniss, Peeta and me. I don't know much about details but I do know that they've planned this. I was torn at first but then I felt betrayed by my own home- I have done everything for the Capitol and I was willing to do more but they tortured me and asked me questions that has answers that will surely endanger the few people that I truly saw as friends.
This whole rebellion is absurd. Peeta is right; another war will only result in more chaos, destruction and casualties. It's true that the Capitol was unfair in the treatment of the other citizens but is this uprising truly worth it? But then again, I have not experienced the sufferings of the districts so who am I to judge? But still- it's me who is now suffering and it is at the cost of a rebellion that I was never truly and never want to be a part of.
I just want it all to end. I want my life to end. I just can't take it anymore. Sometimes they would soak me, then they send electric currents through my body-momentarily stopping my heart but it never stopped for good. No, life is too merciless for that to happened. At other times they would tie me against a pole then they flogged my back for a few times. Sometimes they would also rub coarse salt crystals against my gory back which only adds more suffering. My body can't take it much longer.
The psychological torture is even worse. From my cell I can hear cries of agony from the other prisoners. I can hear it clearly from my cell and their methods of torture is then left to my own graphic imagination. Other times my own torturers would graphically tell me about how they treat the others or they will make me watch executions and tortures. Peeta tends to cry out Katniss' name. It is evident that he loves her more than anything. It's not fair for them; just like me they weren't informed or warned at least. They were just unlucky to be dragged into this.
I can't take it anymore! I have to die. I laid myself on the hard concrete floor and waited for my own death. I then heard the cell door open then I heard a familiar voice calling my name.
"Effie? Effie is that you?" It was Haymitch I think. There was concern in his voice. I heard his footsteps approaching then I felt a hand touch my shoulder.
"What have they done to you?"
I turned around to face him "Oh, Haymitch is that you? Y-you're sober."
"Yeah, dang District 13! They banned liquors! Now, c'mon let's get you out of here." He grabbed a key from his pocket then one by one he unlocked the restrains on my hands and feet. This is just too good to be true. Is it possible that they have won? Is the suffering finally going to end?
He helped me to stand up. I held onto his arms for support then I attempted to stand. My knees still felt weak and I was having a hard time supporting my own weight. I felt like a toddler attempting to walk for the first time. My legs eventually gave into weeks of torture as I felt myself collapsing. But he quickly grabbed a hold of me then he helped me sit against the concrete wall. He kneeled in front of me then he brushed off the stray hairs pressed against my face. I shuddered at his touch.
"You alright?"
I didn't answer him. I couldn't even stand! I never felt this weak before. I am so fragile, so defenseless, so useless. I tried to suppress the tears that were forming in my eyes but to no avail. I tried to stop myself from crying but it was useless so I cried harder because holding back is now useless.
He moved closer then I felt his arms circle around me. I leaned against his shoulder; taking in the warmth of his embrace.
"I-I n-never felt s-so w-weak b-before..." I said in between sobs.
"Shhh, I know... Don't worry. You're safe now... You're safe..."
I buried my head deeper into his shoulders, then I tightened my hold of him. I was afraid that he would disappear if I let go; that I would be questioned and tortured again. I don't want to be alone.
"Oh Effie you're shaking... What has the blasted Capitol done to you."
"T-they t-ortured me... I-I don't want to t-talk about it... I-I'm weak Haymitch. I'm weak..."
"If you don't want to talk about it that's fine. And you're not weak. You're strong." He stated.
"N-no I'm not. J-just look at m-me. I-I'm a mess."
"You knew about my plan, didn't you Effie?" He asked. His voice had a serious tone but it also has hints of concern.
"Y-yes, b-but not the details..." I replied. He will most likely get mad at me. He tried to keep the rebellion a secret from us but he knows that I found him out; that I knew of his plans.
"You didn't tell them anything." he said it as a statement and not as a question.
"That's what makes you strong Effie, and please don't think otherwise." He's right. I didn't disclose any information despite what they have put me through. I guess I am strong but I am also broken. I don't know what will fix me; maybe time, maybe friends, but I do know that I do need fixing and I need it badly.
"T-thank you..." I said.
We didn't converse any further. He held me closer as he wiped off my tears with his sleeve. I took in his warmth and his scent; it was comforting. After a while I managed to stop crying. I buried my face onto his chest, then I felt his hand playing with my hair.
"I never knew you were blonde. Beautiful golden locks, such a shame you always hide this under those scruffy wigs." He teased, obviously trying to lighten up the mood.
"Why? Are you jealous of my hair, Mr. Abernathy?" I teased him in return.
"Ha! In your dreams princess!" He laughed so loud that the people in the other rooms could probably hear him.
"Haymitch, you're manners are appalling!"
"See? Back to your old self, eh princess?" I rolled my eyes.
"Just tell me when you're ready to get out of here or when you're ready to release me." I couldn't tell if his last statement was another joke or if he was serious. I think I am just too exhausted to care. I closed my eyes, then I let peace take over me.
Okay, I honestly changed 4th paragraph because I thought it was too graphic. If you guys want to read my original plan then be my guest but the descriptions made me squeamish, but I don't know about you so anyways:
I just want it all to end. I want my life to end. I just can't take it anymore. Sometimes they would soak me in water- sometimes it hot enough to cause burns and at other times it's so cold that it can give a person hypothermia , then they send electric currents through my body-momentarily stopping my heart but it never stopped for good. No, life is too merciless for that to happened. At other times they would tie me against a pole then they flogged my back for several times; The ends of the whip would hit my bare back leaving marks of blood, flesh and gore. It would embed itself into my flesh sending pain and agony. Sometimes they would also rub coarse salt crystals against my gory back which only adds more suffering. My body can't take it much longer.
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