YES! HAPPY NEW YEARS! *Fireworks and cheers and those little blowy noise poppers that make noise* YAY! I say we celebrate with: (duh duh duh) the HAYMITCH chapter! YES! I love Haymitch. Like soo much. And a TON of people requested this guy, so this is for you, those people who requested that is way too many to count! This is truly a time for celebration and yays. So go have fun. Like what, 4 more hours until 2011? So, leave a review for the new year! *note: when is the chinese new year? my fanfiction resolution is to make sure to update on each holiday, even if i updated the day before.* So Yes, please enjoy my favorite dude.

Disclaimer: I didn't make up Haymitch. Suzanne Collins is a genius. Meh I do not own! Meh.

HAYMITCH-DISTRICT 12

Run.

I did something bad. Something so terribly and dreadfully stupid that it could get you all killed, and me too. We're all going to die. Victor of the Second Quarter Quell, the infamous Haymitch Abernathy! Yeah!

Died in a freak fire of his new home. An explosion in the Hob. Drowned in some river that doesn't exist.

It's going to happen.

So run. Get Ma and Merit and run. Just go, and don't ever come back. In the forest, beyond the fence, anything! Anything that will get you away from me, because I've been so idiotically vacuous that it's a wonder District Twelve wasn't destroyed in all of my stupidity. Merit has to go with you, because she meant so much to me before that they will use her, use you, Ma, anyone closely associated to the dimwit that pissed off the Capitol. They'll kill you. Me? Damn don't worry about me, I was going to die long before all of this hullabaloo about a forcefield and a devilishly handsome sixteen-year-old that sealed the fate for everyone he loves…F**k.

I want to take that rock and murder it before it comes back to murder me. But it did come back. It didn't murder me. So how does that…aw shit just leave and never ever come back!

I'd rather them kill me than touch you. It would be faster that way, get me out of their stupid evil world that tortures people every year. But hell I know that'll never happen. So RUN! GO! Grab some boxers and shit and leave my life forever if you don't want to get the back of my hand and some blade of some sort…that'll kill you…I'm not making this better, am I?

Why the hell are you even reading this? Man after the first word you should have dropped it, grabbed your extra shirt and some apples and crap before you could have time to read that…I'm sorry.

I never meant this to happen. Hell I expected to be dead right now. So it sort of sucks that this is happening. One good thing! I'm going to die anyway, so I tasted wine and it is good. I can have all I want here! Man it is sweet!

Don't you dare telepathically give me that look. I've been sentenced to death, I can do whatever the ruddy hell I wanna! You're not the boss of me! Well, um…yeah you're not the boss of me! I'm the boss of you, so go and…live like a rat and…live! Yeah, live! Maybe in like ten years you can come back a big boy and live your life well, unlike hellish ole me. Heh. That's what…Maysilee said. Hellish ole me.

Aw, f**k. I think I hear the Peacekeepers coming. Better make this quick, before…I'll give this to my mentor so that you'll get it before it's too late. I hope. Well let's see, is he reliable? Nope. That guy is a drunk!

Listen here, little brother. I love you. I always have. I've always taken care of you and Ma, fed us, protected us. So now it's time for me to make up for what I did to you on that screen. Make up for everything I've ever said. When I hit you, when Pa hit you and Ma, when that dog bit your toe and I laughed…everything. I'm making up for it now. It's your turn to be the man and beat the man. You've been the man in the house for a month. You can do this, brother.

Shit I think they're coming. Maybe not. I'm paranoid now, you know? I have a reason to be. Well, this is goodbye, lil' bro.

I won't be seeing you.

HAPPY NEW YEAR AND STUFF!