This ones for carmencielle. Thank for all the reviews, and for sticking with me and Haymitch the whole way :)
"Let the 51st Hunger Games begin!" 60 seconds, running, screaming, blood, tears, pleading, death. Mary, being stabbed in the stomach, Michael running, being shot with an arrow. One by one the kids dropped, weapons sticking out from all angles, first shrieks of agony, then silence. There was only one person left, standing alone in the centre, an axe held in his hand. Turning around, he looked at the 23 bodies that littered the ground. As he turned my heart beat faster, his features becoming clearer. The arch of his jaw, the colour of his eyes, the way his hair fell across his face, until he was facing me, his brown eyes fixed on my face. My brown eyes.
"HAYMITCH! UP! NOW!" I woke up with a start, my ears being graced with the noise of Rosie, stressed as ever, banging on my door screaming her head off. Stumbling out of bed, I yanked open the door, ready to make a cutting comment about manners. But she beat me to it.
"The hovercraft is here already, you moron! You have exactly five minutes to make yourself presentable! After the disaster of last night, all we need now is YOU looking like a scruff bag. I am sick of this District ruining my career, with your argumentative ways, and your disgusting lack of well fed, capable tributes!" She brushed an invisible piece of dirt of her suit, and looked up at me again, this time the grimace replaced with an overly lips ticked smile. "See you in five minutes. Please". I was just about to slam the door and climb back into bed when I heard her shout down the corridor.
"I mean it, Haymitch!"
"You look rough. Bad night?"
"Every nights a bad night, Chaff, but yes it was an especially bad one".
"Alcohol helps."
"What?"
"I found if you get drunk, then it blocks stuff out. I sleep like a log after drinking enough of it." I thought about it for a minute. The night on the train when I had too much to drink I slept without any interruptions, no dreams, nothing.
"I -"
I was interrupted by Salli yelling at me to come and sit down, for goodness sakes, it was about to start.
"Well, I guess this is it then." I said, forcing a smile.
"May the best tribute win".