*Okay so I just got this idea in my head and wanted to see what you guys thought. I know it is short, but it is basically just an intro chapter. I'm hoping the rest of the chapters will be longer*

**Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games and am not making any money off of this work. I do not own the characters, only the plot is mine.**

Dr. Haymitch Abernathy stood in the small room staring at the young woman strapped to the table in front of him. She was admitted into Panem Mental Institution by her parents after she was found curled up into a ball screaming about the 'Capital' trying to kill her. Apparently, she had been experimenting with a new drug that the kids call 'Tracker Jacker' which alters your perception of reality.

She wasn't the first patient of his to suffer from delusions brought on by the drug. He had an entire group that suffered from the same condition which included nightmares, including other patients and members of the staff into their fantasy worlds, and after the first few sessions he had been forced to separate them all because they had begun weaving their twisted delusions together causing them to believe that reality was nothing but a creation of the game makers in order to throw them off. One of his patients even went so far as to try to kill another in their group in order to "win the hunger games" so that they could go home.

He was still unsure how all of his patients were able to create the same world through their delusions even before they were brought together. There was always a similar underlying fantasy that victims of the 'Tracker Jacker' drug experienced. They all believed that they had been reaped into something called the "Hunger Games" and that in order to win they had to murder all the other kids in the arena with them.

The only success that he had managed was with one of the boys who believed him to be some kind of mentor, here to help him win the games. None of the other kids had even tried to reach out to him, but this kid Peeta did. Several times he believed that he had broken through the delusions, only to come back the next day and all of his progress is gone.

There was movement from the table in front of him where his newest patient was stirring. Her gray eyes opened and locked with his, "Hello Miss Everdeen, I'm Dr. Abernathy. You can call me Haymitch."

"Are you here to help me?" she asked.

He smiled. Maybe they got to this one in time and she would be easier to convince than he expected, "Yes I am. Do you know why you're here?"

"Yes. I volunteered to take my sister's place. It was her name on the card, but I couldn't let her go. She couldn't survive the Hunger Games. Are you my mentor?"

His smile faded, but the fact that she called him her mentor was something. Maybe she would be like Peeta, "The Hunger Games aren't real, Katniss. You are in the Panem Mental Institution. You were brought here after taking a drug called 'Tracker Jacker' do you remember that?"

She started to struggle against the straps holding her down. He called one of the orderlies in to sedate her because there was now blood trickling down her wrists. He watched as her movements slowed and her face smoothed out. Her dark brown hair was splayed out across her pillow, but her fists never unclenched. It was like even in sleep she was fighting against something.

*Please let me know what you think. I'm continuing no matter what, but it would be nice to know if you like it*