~ Forever Lost ~
Random Hayffie one-shot I wrote; w/ the help of the epic song Moments by One Direction... What a tearjerker that is ;( ...Anywho, before I burst into tears, I must get on w/ it... Enjoy! x3
... She's gone. For good. How... how could this be? Effie Trinket was... dead? This was Snow's fault. Everyone knew it.
Murdered, she was. In prison. By a insane criminal who hated the Capitol; and everything about it. Of course, only the blood of a purebred would do... Though, no one could believe it. At the young age of thirty-nine? She could've done so much.
... But at least she had no living family; to grieve over her... No one who really cared... Except one.
"Right." Haymitch slurred, holding the liquor bottle firmly in his left hand. "Effie's dead. I hate her and all, but come on. You're lying." Silence.
"We're not." Plutarch muttered. "Her body was found in the cell... "
Haymitch's eyes widened. He shook his head. "Nah. Nope. No way. You're messing with me since I'm drunk."
"What, do you want us to bring her to you?" Octavia spat. She turned to Plutarch. "I told you; he doesn't care."
He ignored her. "Haymitch..." The drunkard was close to going into shock.
"When did I pass out?" he whispered to himself. "This is a dream, right?" Silence again.
"No." Octavia broke the awkward pause. "It's not. The news is everywhere."
Haymitch rubbed his eyes. How could...? Why would...? "Liars." he muttered, getting up; trying his hardest to walk off.
No way in hell could Effie Trinket be dead. Sure, she was annoying at times (actually; it was more like all the time) and frankly, he could care less about her, but... His hand levitated above the television remote. Dare he? Should he? He did. He pressed the power button and in pure shock, he dropped his liquor bottle; the shards of glass surrounding his feet.
Plutarch and Octavia were telling the truth. Effie was... "Dead." Haymitch whispered, almost inaudibly.
He fell into the nearby reclining chair.
"Our beloved Effie Trinket, escort of District 12, was found murdered in her jail cell." the female reporter declared. "It's currently unknown which of her cell mates have done this hideous crime."
Haymitch couldn't take another word. He grabbed the remote and turned the television off, soon afterward, throwing the remote halfway across the room. It slammed against the wall and the plastic shattered into a million pieces.
Was there...? He couldn't help it. Tears were forming in his eyes. Before, anyone could ask him if he liked Effie, he'd say no in a heartbeat. Now?
... He wasn't so sure. All he knew was; that saying he had heard before was true...
You don't know what you've got until it's gone.
Short, I know, but I had to get it out. It was in my head for so long, I just... O.e... Anyway, please review! :3 It means a ton!