Chapter 4
Always Remember
My mind froze as I stared down at Mrs. Abernathy's pale body. I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do so I continued staring in shock. I stayed there for a few moments until I heard the door open and close behind me. Finally able to move, I turned around and walked into the kit hen to where Haymitch was dropping off his school bags. He smiled when he saw me but that instantly turned to worry and anger when he saw my grim expression.
"Did someone hurt you?" He asked accusingly. "If they did then I swear I'll break their neck and-"
"Haymitch," I whispered. But not loud enough, as he continued ranting on.
"I swear if it was Jakxon Hawthorne, I saw the looks he was giving you in class today, I will personally go over to his hou-"
"WILL YOU SHUT THE HELL UP!" I burst at him, not being able to withstand the pressure that was building inside of me. "Come with me," I whispered quietly not wanting to cause any questions from the neighbors. I started to walk into the living room and thankfully Haymitch followed me without any more questions. I was standing where I stood before and stepped aside so Haymitch could see. I could hear him gasp behind him when he ran over to his mother. First he checked for a pulse, something I completely neglected to do from being in shock. After not being able to find one he scooped his mother into his arms and completely and unexpectedly, began to cry. He just sat there and cried with his mother limply in his arms soaked in blood. Hesitantly I walked over and sat next to Haymitch. I wasn't sure he noticed me there at all until he started speaking.
"W-when I was 9 years old my f-father was at work in the coal mines. He finished m-mining for the day and was loading up the coal to go to the Capitol. He was a-almost finished when the t-train started moving backwards. They s-say it was a brake malfunction but it h-hit my dad before they could s-stop the train. He was t-taken to a healer b-but they couldn't save him. My m-mother and I, we were extremely devastated but we were a-able to continue on because we had e-each other. That one thought brought me through the time, my m-mom. She needed me as much as I needed her.
"Now, there is n-no one left for me to care for. My parents are g-gone and I don't have any true friends. I might just c-curl up in my sock drawer and die, I have nothing left to live for."
The last words he said echoed in my head 'I have nothing left to live for'. Looking over at him I could see that he was giving up. Haymitch was slumped over with his head on my shoulder. There was a pale sheen to his skin as well, making him look like he was eternally. The worst part about him was his eyes. There was no sight of life returning in them. The charcoal grey eyes that were once filed with life and humor are now empty and lifeless. I stared at them longing for life to return. And so, before I realized what I was doing, I leaned over and kissed him.
A/N- Very short, I know. Just wanted to get this out. Also- I have sirius writers block right now, so please give me suggestions for what Katmitch should do. Ok, please review. Thank youuuu...