**AUTHOR"S NOTE: Please don't condemn me as a writer for this horrible story. I'm not taking this story seriously at all! I mean, come on, It's called PEEMITCH. I did it on a dare! But please note that your comments are appreciated so I can make it not a brain sore.**
I'm sitting alone in a room. Well to be more accurate I'm strapped to a table in a room with five guards watching my every move. But at the moment, this is as close to alone as I'll be. I close my eyes and pretend to go to sleep so maybe the guards will stop staring at me. I can still feel their eyes on me. 24 hours a day. If I so much as flinch in my sleep they're pointing guns at me. I haven't always been like this. Needing the constant attention that is. I was once a very loving and caring individual. But for some reason, I've changed and now, they won't even let me be alone with the one I love the most. I sigh and realize how tired I am, but I don't want to go to sleep. Not with all of these people watching me. In addition to my five guards there are doctors watching me from a window that I can't see out of. I hate it. I can't even tell if my love is watching me or not. I wouldn't mind the watching if I knew they were watching. But I don't know that, and until I do I won't sleep a wink.
There's a knock at the door and a guard opens it. A man walks in and tells the guards that they are relieved of their duty. They protest but finally a doctor tells them that it's okay and that the man who just walked in needs no supervision with me- not even from the doctors. All of my spectators pass by the door not paying me a bit of attention. The man just waits in the doorway until the observation room lights have been turned off and it's just us. Alone. And by this- this fact that we are alone I know exactly who is paying me a visit. I'm not sure why but I start to have a fit. I start trying to punch, kick, and flail, but my attempts are useless against my restrains. The man gets closer and closer until I can feel his breath on my neck.
He undoes my restraints and I charge him. That horrible, awful, evil man deserves to have his face smashed in by my bare foot. But instead of running away or calling for a guard he rushes me and pulls me into his arms. And even though I'm squirming he caresses my face and whispers something in my ear. "Hey there, Breadboy." Instead of the urge to punch him, I get a different impulse and immediately follow it. I grab his face as he smiles and plants his lips onto mine. He lets go "Haymitch." I say to him "I thought you had forgotten about me." He looks into my eyes with his gorgeous grey Seam eyes and replies "Not even for a second." And in this moment I know that his words are true. So very true that I begin undoing my zipper and drop my District 13 issued jumpsuit. *Fade to black*