Hey! I don't really have enough energy for a long authors note. But I will apologise for the quality of my last chapter, it could've been a lot better. This one isn't the best either,I'm trying I promise! I also apologise for the amount of dialogue. This should've been up earlier but Of Perfume, Liquor and Baby Bottles was updated and I couldn't function for ages.

I don't sleep very much that night, I don't really sleep at all actually. I can't stop thinking about the Quell, Haymitch and Katniss. They could both be dead in a week, and one of them will definitely be gone in two. It's a relief to see the dim light of morning peeking through the windows. I rise almost immediately, not wanting to spend any more tie in this room. Mabye I can catch Haymitch before he goes to bed. As I slip out of my room, holding a small black box behind my back, Haymitch appears at the far end of the corridor, he backs away but I tell him I want to talk to him. I hold out the box, he silently asks what it is. I roll my eyes and shake it a little, telling him to open it.

"Not a chance, no way, nooo," He says, shoving the box back into my hands.

"Look, just wear it today, and make a point of it, and then give it to the ally you want that Katniss will trust the least. I suggest Finnick Odair." Haymitch raises his eyebrows.

"Why Finnick? Come on Trinket, I thought you were better than that!" Even the mere thought of what he's implying is almost enough to make me gag.

"First of all, that's disgusting, and second, you know exactly why." Of course he knows. Rebellion. Even I know that. Haymitch reluctantly holds out his arm and I snap the bangle onto his wrist. He stares at it disapprovingly.

"Mabye we shouldn't team up with Finnick, he won't be much help, having to take care of Annie." He seems to have realised something. "Why are you up so early Trinket?" He asks, fiddling with the bangle.

"Couldn't sleep," I reply dismissively before leaving Haymitch to get some sleep.

I wake everyone at around nine. Katniss doesn't show up for breakfast and Haymitch starts to get fidgity once Peeta mentions training. They decide that they'll need allies and Haymitch lists people that would be useful, Finnick, Chaff, Seeder and some others. I excuse myself when Haymitch calls conversations are usually uncomfortable and I really don't want to be a part of this one.

Once again I'm left alone in the silent Penthouse, I know these games will be my last. I'm not going to miss ut though, I'm going to miss who I'm missing. I'm going to miss the silence of the Penthouse interuppted by a drunken Haymitch in the middle of the night, having to attemt to make out Haymitch's atrocious handwriting in the shocking event of us actually getting a sponsor. I'm even going to miss the fights, those fights that remind me that yes, I am actually still alive. Without that there is silence, without that there will always be silence.

"So how'd it go today?" Peeta asks once the conversation grows sufficiently awkward. Katniss sinks slightly in her chair, obviously not wanting to talk about it. Haymitch goes first.

"Threw some knives, nothing special," He says with a shrug. Katniss goes white and stares at her peas.

"I um...I... kinda... hung Seneca Crane." I glance around the table to make sure I heard correctly. Every face shows various amounts of confusion, I feel tears starting to prick the back of my eyes.

"You... Hung... Seneca?" Cinna and Portia ask in unison. Katniss tries to explain but I can't hear her. It's not long before I have to excuse myself, Haymitch joins be ten minutes later.

"You ok Trinket?" He asks, opening the door a crack, I inform him that I am absolutely fine. "Most common lie in the world sweetheart,"He says, slipping into my bedroom. "So... Seneca?"

"Oh, god no. That's just... definitely not. I've done some terrible things in my life but that is not one of them," I reply with a shudder. What is the matter with you Haymitch?

"Sorry, just a question. So what's wrong? I mean I know she shouldn't have done that but what's up with you?"

"Did you know Seneca was married?" Haymitch shakes his head. "Yeah, he married a friend of mine a few years ago, two kids. He made her happy, which is not the easiest thing to do, anyway, she just kind of... went, when he died. A bit like Katniss' mother. I just think that if she knew that she wouldn't have done what she did."

"Ok, well, I'm not really sure what I'm supposed to do right now so... You should come watch the scores." I nod and He takes my hand, pulling me up and out of the room. Haymitch comes out with an eight, Peeta questions this,saying a few weeks ago he couldn't his a house with a knife, Haymitch shrugs in reply before Katniss receives a twelve. No one says anything, instead we all awkwardly leave and retreat to out rooms.

I remove my wig and scrub my face clean before pulling on a nightgown an sneaking up to the roof. I haven't been up here this year but tonight I really need to clear my head. Calm down Effie, breathe. In less then a minute I'm sobbing for no particular reason. I blame it on the Quell. What is wrong with you Effie? Did you really think you'd wake up some day and everything would be ok? That none of this would be happening? What did you expect?

"Effie?" Haymitch asks from behind me. I stare at him as though it's the most obvious thing in the world. "You look so different." I blush as I realise that I'm not wearing any make up.

"What do you want Haymitch?" I snap as I turn back to the railing. I know it sounds childish but I'm not really in the mood to be made fun of.

"I came up here to figure out what your problem is. You've been snappy all week. What's up?"

"You're always asking me that! Why can't you leave me alone?"

"So I'm the problem? Well I suppose you're glad I'll be dead in a week so I'm not bothering you!" Wow, that stings.

"Don't you dare say that, you know that's not true."

"So you don't want me dead?"

"No, I hope you die horribly," I reply sarcastically. "Of course I don't, I may hate you but I don't want you dead!"

"You said before that you didn't hate me." He's got a small smirk on his lips.

"Well I don't, but I do. That's not the point." Even I'm getting confused by what I'm saying. He asks me what the point is. I reply before I realise I'm speaking. "The point is that I'm in love with you like some stupid romantic comedy where everything ends up ok!" My hand flies to my mouth to prevent and further embarrassment. I'm an idiot. I start shaking my head violently, hoping that it will erase my last words. I start to speak before Haymitch's lips find mine.

Ok... that was really bad. I can't even explain what happened... I'm just so sorry. I just couldn't get it to flow. It was written and rewritten soo many times, it just wouldn't work. Anywho, I am determined to improve. I won't be updating very often because school, and life, and determination to produce a decent chapter. I hope you bear with me here though! Until next time!x