Okay, last chapter.
Katniss's POV
I cry because Peeta and me have just lost our mentor. The one who kept us alive in both arenas, who was like a second father to me. I look at his figure. It was like he actually died in the arena because he just sits there, eyes closed and in the age he went in the arena at.
"It'll be okay Catnip." Gale says comforting me but right now, I'd rather have Peeta comfort me because he knows what I am going through. I walk over to Peeta and he embraces me in his arms and lets me cry.
"I'm gonna miss him." Peeta says and I feel something wet hit my shoulder. He must be crying.
"We should probably get going because somebody must've heard those gunshots." Finnick says and he has a point. I look at Haymitch one last time.
"Goodbye Haymitch." I say and put my three middle fingers up to my lips and turn them outwards. It's District 12's sign, like how I did with Rue. We walk out and I realize it's nighttime. But right now I don't care. All I want is Haymitch to be here too. It's just not the same without his drunken aura. We board the train back to twelve and I eventually doze off.
"Katniss, wake up." Peeta shakes me awake and I look over to Finnick. He must've been crying because his eyes are tinted red. We get off and walk to my house in silence.
"You guys can stay here if you want." I say Finnick and Peeta say okay but Gale rejects and goes to his house with his family. After Gale leaves we don't talk and go straight to bed. Peeta sleeps with me since I'm sure to have nightmares and even though he holds me in his arms, I still cry myself thinking about how Haymitch will finally see his family again.
Next day…
I wake up to no Peeta. I automatically know he's down stairs with Hay- oh yeah, he's dead. I begin to break out into short sobs but quit when I reach the bottom of the stairs.
"Goodmorning." Finnick says with not much enthusiasm to the 'Goodmorning'.
"I'm mourning all right." I mumble then go over to get some cereal. I pour a bowl and go sit with Peeta and Finnick. I'm not in the mood to eat so I just sit there staring at my bowl. Finally I'm fed up. "I can't eat." I say and push my bowl away from me.
"Me either." Peeta says and pushes his plate in the same direction. Finnick does the same and we just sit there. Then there is a knock at the door and we ignore it. It continuously goes on and it won't stop.
"Stupid people." I grumble. Whoever it is is still knocking and I eventually get tired of it. "Go away!" I yell but they don't. "Ugg." I mumble agitated. I stomp over to the door and answer it. "Look buddy-." But I stop dead in my thought. I can't believe who I'm staring at. That paunchy middle aged Seam victor that I know and love.
"I'm not dead yet sweetheart." He says and holds one of his arms out.
"Haymitch!" I yell and hug him so hard he flinches. I hear Peeta and Finnick rush over and Peeta just jumps in and hugs him too.
"Watch the stomach." Oh yeah I forgot about his wound. We let go but we're smiling so wide.
"How are you alive? I thought you were dead." Peeta questions.
"Do you even bother to check my pulse or something?" Haymitch says sarcastically.
"But you closed your eyes and wouldn't wake up." Finnick says.
"Well that's because I was tired. I was changing back to my old self you idiots." Haymitch says laughing. I can't believe I didn't think about that.
"Well it doesn't matter, you're alive." Peeta says with his smile still on his face.
"Don't get all sappy on me boy." Haymitch says jokingly. We tell Haymitch to go home and rest, and he does, but before he leaves, he turns around.
"Do you have any liquor." He says smiling. Good old Haymitch
You didn't think that I would actually let Haymitch die now would you? For Pete sake he's my favorite character! Lol Okay I hope you liked my first fanfiction ;)