When I next open my eyes. I know I am dead. I must be dead. Because I think I am in heaven. Well not heaven, just a very plush bedroom. I sit myself up and examine what happened. There is a bandage around my arm, and a bandage around my head.
"What happened..." I whisper to myself.
My attention flies to the door when it opens. Harry and Exma walk in.
"Oh thank god!" I cry. Familiar faces. "What's going on Harry?" I ask. He chuckles a little.
"Well, you know how I kept telling you I'd reveal all when the time was right?"
"Yeah..."
"Well that time is now." He and Exma walk over. Exma sits down on the bed and places the back of his hand on my cheek. "Her temperatures back to normal." He comments.
"Good." Harry says. "Anywho, my names not really Harry. Its Haymitch Abernathy. You may have heard of me."
I search my brain, "no I don't think so."
His face drops. "Re-really? Never. Haymitch the handsome devil, the revered rebel? Nothing-"
"And I am Cinna." Exma cuts in. "You are on an aircraft that's headed to District thirteen."
"What? There's no such thing as district thirteen anymore. What's going on? I'm so confused."
I raise my hand to my bandaged head, its throbbing.
"Its okay," Exm- or rather Cinna, soothes. "Calm down. You're safe. We'll explain everything. Why don't you come down to the meeting room and meet the leader of the rebellion."
I frown. What rebellion?
"Or as you might like to call her," Har-Haymitch says, "the original Mockingjay."
I probably will have to make a part two. What do you think?