A/N- I will do the rest of the story in Haymitch's point of view. This takes place a little bit after Haymitch won. Enjoy!

My eyes feel droopy, but I'm scared of the darkness. I lie in my bed and try to decide whether to sleep or not. I tried, but the only thing I see is Maysilee dying. Her screams fill my ears and her blood coats my hands.

I know it wasn't my fault. It wasn't my fault she left. I tried, but I can't help feeling I could've done something more. Maybe if I got there sooner. Maybe if I ran faster. Maybe I could have saved her.

Maysilee was sweet, kind, caring. She did not deserve to die, but did any of them? I can't help feeling a little guilty for living while they're dead. Their hearts have stopped beating while mine is strong and healthy.

The inevitable comes and my eyes close. The terrors begin. I am plunged into darkness. It scares the hell out of me.

"Hello," I say. Nothing answers me. "Hello?"

"Hi," replies a voice. I know that voice.

"Maysilee? Maysilee, is that you?"

"Yes."

"Where are you? I don't see you."

"You don't want to see me."

"Why? What's wrong?"

"Fine," she hisses. I see a figure emerging. She was right. I didn't want to see her.

"What happened," I ask as I see a woman. She doesn't look like Maysilee. Her neck is covered in openings as well as the rest of her body. The wounds produce little rivers of crimson.

"You know what happened," the figure hisses at me. "You know what happened!"

"You're not Maysilee," I reply.

"Oh, what? Am I not as pretty as I used to be? Is that it?"

"No. It's just…"

"You selfish bastard," she growls. I suddenly feel a force push me backwards. I plummet into more darkness.

"I didn't mean it like that," I say. "I didn't mean it!" I don't hear a reply.

I suddenly awake from the sound of my door opening. I automatically take out my knife and aim it at the suspect. I have to blink twice. The person looks just like Maysilee.

"Haymitch," the woman says in surprise. That's weird. She looks…translucent.

"Who are you," I respond.

"I'm Maysilee," the figure replies. I scoot father on my bed. What the hell?

"I am," she repeats. She moves closer to me, and I just scoot farther away. I can feel goose bumps sprouting along my arms.

"Get away from me," I warn. The figure stops. She really does look like Maysilee in a way. When I get a closer look at her, she even has scars around her neck.

"Who are you," I ask again. Who would really do this to me?

"I am Maysilee," she repeats.

"Maysilee is dead," I state. I curse my voice for cracking.

"So am I," she declares. "I am Maysilee."

"How do I know? This could just be another bad dream."

She pauses, as if considering my words. "Do you dream of me a lot?"

"Yes." I can see a hint of something in her eyes that I can't place.

"I think of you a lot." She walks towards the window. This is definitely one of my weirdest dreams.

"Why are you here," I ask. The question came out more hostile than I expected.

"I don't know."

"How do you not know?"

"I just don't. The last thing I remember is dying. All of a sudden I'm in this weird house. That's all I know."

I pinch myself and wince. Man, why did I pinch so hard? I guess this really isn't one of my weird Maysilee dreams. Anyway, who cares if it's a dream or not?

"Are you mad at me?" My voice doesn't even sound like mine. If this is another one of my nightmares, Maysilee will say yes. She'll say she hates me. She says I should be the one that's dead. What she says surprises me.

"No."

Who knew one little word could have so much meaning? I feel as if a weight has been lifted off of my chest. "I'm glad to hear you say that."

She smiles and it reminds me of the old Maysilee. The one who could smile and make your heart skip a beat. The one who could get you to laugh in your darkest hour. The one who could make me love her.

Did I just think that? Did I seriously think that? Is it true? Do I love her? Who cares? It's too late. She's dead. She died before I could figure it all out. We never had a chance, and we never will.

"What a tricky situation. Don't you think, Mitch?"

"Wait, Maysilee used to call me Mitch."

"I am Maysilee," she says a little frustrated.

"Prove it." She stares at me with a look of sadness.

"My locket has the initials E. D. on it."

"What locket?"

"I have a special locket in my bedroom that I keep in my jewelry box." I stand suddenly. "Where are you going," she asks as I leave the room.

"I'm going to check," I call over my shoulder. She follows me down the stairs. "Maybe you should stay here."

"Why?"

"If you are really Maysilee, people will freak out."

"Okay," she says, defeated.

"I'll be right back." I practically sprint out of my house. What if she is Maysilee? My heart jumps and I walk a little faster. It'll be like I never lost her. We can finally be together. I really hope that stupid locket has the initials E. D.

My feet eventually carry me to Maysilee's house. The windows are black and it looks nothing like the house I remember. I don't care, though, at this point. I quickly stride up to her front door and knock quietly. The door opens abruptly and I'm taken by surprise.

"Hello," says a girl that looks a lot like Maysilee.

"Hello," I greet back. I think she's Maysilee's sister.

"Can I help you?"

"Yes, actually you can. Can I come in, though?" The question takes her by surprise, but she steps back and allows room for me to enter. I saunter in quickly and gaze around at the tiny house.

"What do you want," she asks gently. I begin to fiddle with my hands. How do I phrase this?

"Uh, I just wanted to check something."

"Check what? Listen, I'm really busy…"

"Can I see Maysilee's room, please?"

"Why?"

"I just need to see something."

"What do you need to see?"

"Her locket," I slip up. Damn.

"You know about her locket?"

"Yes, yes I do. Can I please see it?"

"How did you find out about it?"

"She's mentioned a locket to me before. I want to see it, please."

"Why?"

"The girl of many questions," I mumble.

"Why," she repeats.

"It reminds me of her. I miss her, too." She looks like she's about to say something, but decides against it.

"Okay," she says gently. I can tell she's hurting from her loss.

We climb the stairs slowly and she leads me to a room. "Where are your parents," I ask quietly, trying to start conversation.

"They went to the butcher," she replies distantly.

"Oh," I reply as she opens the door to Maysilee's room. Why would they leave her all alone?

"Here's her room," she says while motioning to the diminutive room. I smile. It smells like Maysilee.

Maysilee's sister moseys over to one of the drawers and picks up a jewelry box. She opens it and I don't see much. A couple of rings, earrings, but then I see a locket. My heart lurches in my throat. The moment of truth.

"Here it is," she says while holding up the silver locket. I stare in awe.

"Can I see it," I ask. She nods and hands it to me gently. I study the locket in my hands. I carefully flip it over on its back and see if there is an engraving. I can see E. D. engraved in big letters.

My heart almost stops. That girl in my house is really Maysilee! I can't help but smile. She came back to me. She didn't leave. Maybe she loves me, too.

"Thank you so much for everything," I say to Maysilee's sister.

"You're welcome." We stand there awkwardly for what seems like an eternity.

"I have to go. I'll see you soon," I say as I gingerly give her the locket back.

"Okay."

I amble out of her house and begin to daydream. I dream of children that look like Maysilee and me. I dream of smiling faces and countless laughs. I dream of a world where the Hunger Games don't exist. I dream of a world where Maysilee isn't dead.

A/N-I hope you enjoyed! Review please! I would really appreciate it! Smiley faces are also welcome!