7.
I barely remember meeting with my family. I barely remember being ushered onto the train with Katniss. The most I remember is being told there is a rule change this year. Instead of the Hunger Games being a 2 week-long event with introductions and training its now 4 weeks long in hopes of the non-career district having more of a fighting chance and more of a television appeal apparently the previews hunger games were entertaining enough for the Capital's citizens. Katniss and I both sat in silence learning the new news apparently we will live for at least one month if we survive that long.
Effie excuses herself before heading out to look for Haymitch, I look toward Katniss wondering how she is coping. How can last night be so different from today how can we suddenly find ourselves here in this mess? Her face is pale, beads of sweat form on her forehead, I stand slowly and walk toward her. If we're going to die I don't care who sees use anymore. I pull her into an embrace, I feel her tremble under my touch.
"Well, isn't this a pretty little sight…" the smell of booze announces Haymitch's arrival. I tilt my head toward him and glare he can't stop drinking long enough to be even a smidge human…Haymitch the only survivor of the Hunger Games in District 12 is now the own drunk.
I stand slowly, "We're going to die anyway what's it matter anymore, how does any of this matter?"
"Ice?"
He hands me two glasses with brown liquid, from the smell I can tell its whiskey. I hand one of the glasses to Katniss, she takes is and shoots it back in one gulps her face mimics distaste. At least she is no longer in shock. I set my glass down on the table, and go back to holding Katniss' hand as I sit down. Haymitch continues to smirk at us not speaking just watching. The room is silent until I hear Effie's shoes clicking on the wood floors as she joins us, if she noticed are held hands she hasn't said anything.
"What do we do?" Katniss croaks, she must have cried when her family came to say goodbye, its crackles between every word.
"Well for starters probably not continue with your little love feast, since you two will most likely have to kill each other." I shudder kill Katniss I knew he was drunk but he can't be serious.
I catch her eye and we silently agree we can't mention how far we have gone if they think it's just a friendship we might just be safe for now. Haymitch grabs a bottle and slowly walks away, I don't even notice Katniss' standing before I hear her yell.
"WE ARE ABOUT TO GO TO OUR DEATHS AND ALL YOU CAN DO IT SUCK DOWN THAT BOTTLE LIKE IT'S YOUR MOTHER'S TIT!"
Haymitch swings around fire in his eyes before I can react or realize what he's going to do even before Katniss can even blink, his hand flies across his body and collides with her face. Her head whips back she falls to the ground. The sounds of the impact echoing in this train cart. Haymitch stand in front of her glowering in anger so hot his body turns red.
"It won't do you any good to get advice today when you can't even accept the fact you might have a fucking chance at survival; come talk to me tomorrow when you act your damn age!" Haymitch stalks out of the room as the whole cart falls silent even Effie doesn't make a sound.
