Sorry I have't updated in forever! So many projects are due at once, and we just finished pink week for me to we. So, it was pretty busy. This chapter is pretty short but I have an idea for the next two chapters, and they are good (: Enjoy


Once I get to Haymitch's house, I don't hesitate to barge in as quick as I can. As usual, the aroma of alcohol lingers into the air. But I couldn't care less, Peeta is probably in the embrace of another woman and Gale could be on my tail any moment now. With fast movements, I lock the door so any predators like Gale can't follow me.

"Haymitch!", I yell. There's no answer, and I search the house. Once I get to the couch, I see him completely unconscious. There's bottles on the ground with spills and messes.

I start shaking him vigorously, but still no answer. An idea pops into my head.

Making my way towards the filthy kitchen, I grab a large pot, big enough to make soup for a family often. Filling it up with icy cold water from the sink, I bring it back to his resting figure.

I pour the pot of water over his filthy body, mostly aiming for his head. He jolts up and looks at me with confused eyes.

"What are you doing here?", he asks pretty sober.

"I need you to get me a train ride to District 2!", I say.

He guffaws at my request and looks at me with an amused look. "You wake me up with ice-cold water in the middle of the night and you expect me to be ready for that? Really, Sweetheart? And you didn't even use warm water for your old mentor", he says teasingly.

"You asked for it", I say mumbling. "I need it, Haymitch. Now".

He seems to hear my urgency and nods. He hobbles over to the phone in his house and stands there. "You know it could take a day or two to get there, not a couple of hours. We can wait for the morning to get a hovercraft which takes shorter time", he offers.

I glare at Haymitch in completely serious matter. "Haymitch, I need a train right now",I demand with a hint of plead in my voice.

Haymitch studies my expression in a curious matter. After what seems to be forever, he nods and starts to dial a phone number. I don't listen the conversation on the phone, I'm too busy biting my lip until the metallic taste of blood fills my mouth.

Finally, he hangs up and looks at me. "I got you a train ride that is coming in about ten minutes. But remember since you told me at this time, it won't be as fancy as you think. So don't be expecting to be pampered like you usually would since you are still the Mockingjay", he informs me.

"Alright", I say.

Concern fills his eyes when he looks up at me. "Are you coming back?", he asks.

"Coming back where?", I ask him.

"To District 12, people will miss you, you know".

I smile warmly at him. "People as in you?". Even if he put more than an effort to keep me alive, this was the first true concern he's shown towards me strongly.

He smiles back and nods.

"I will, I promise. And thank you Haymitch, thanks for everything".

When he smiles at me I know that he knows what I mean Thank you for keeping me alive, thank you for the advice, thank you for being the closest thing I have to a father.

"You're welcome, Sweetheart".

Approximately ten minutes ago, I left from Haymitch's house with my belongings and now I am at the train stop. Waiting to be taken to my love, Peeta.

As I sit on the bench, waiting for the train to arrive, all I can think about is what will happen when I get there. Where will he be, what will he be doing? But the most important questions, who will he be with?

My thoughts are interrupted by a loud noise from the upcoming train. It pulls up by the railroad tracks and the door opens up.

"Ride to District 2 for Katniss Everdeen?", a man asks, opening a door of the train.

"Yes",I respond.

He nods and motions for me to come inside a room. Once I look inside I realize that it isn't too fancy as the ride to the games and the victory tour, but why should I care now. I thank him and walk down the small hallway where there is a room that could be only a bedroom. I take my place on a simple bed in a small private room reserved for me. Everything made me too tired to think, too exhausted to barely breathe. So once my body takes in the warmth of the train and the comfort of the soft bed, my eyes get droopy.

I feel as if I am dreaming, but I know I am awake. Once I relax for a few more minutes, I can finally get some hours of sleep. Outside my room, I hear the sound of arguing between two men. One of a muffled angry voice and the other of the man who let me come in. After approximately five minutes of this, I'm about to see what's up but the chattering stops and the train begins to move.

Finally my eyes are about to completely drop when I hear his familiar voice echoing in the train.

"Catnip, where are you?"


Sorry , I know it seems rushed but I was excited to start writing the next two, because those ones will be pretty good (: Review!