So I wrote this at like 2 a.m, and I'm pretty proud of it. Especially the ending. I have no idea where that came from. Anyway, enjoy and review!

I do not own anything besides Darcy.


"A MESS, I TELL YOU! SHE'S A MESS!"

Darcy woke up with a pounding on her head, blood on her face, and broken ribs.

Well that's what you get when you fall down the stairs.

"How could you possibly fall down four flights of stairs!" Effie raised her voice with each word.

Darcy didn't dare to mumble out a sorry, knowing she would scream even more.

"Leave the girl alone," Haymitch stopped Effie from her ranting.

"Look at her! Recaps are supposed to be on Friday! She can't look like this!" Effie pointed to the broken and bandaged girl sitting on the bed.

"You're lucky Cato found you, or else you'd be dead right now," Haymitch took another sip of the liquor he held in his right hand.

Darcy shivered at the mention of his name.

Who wouldn't?

He was the ruthless killing machine from District 2.

"Even Cinna won't know what to do with her!" Effie was now screaming so loud that District 12 could probably hear her. "I don't know what to do with her!"

Effie's green bangs were now a mess, looking like tangled grass.

Her cheetah print blouse was untucked and wrinkled.

While her blue silk skirt had beer stains from Haymitch sprinkling some on her.

"You're sweating," Haymitch pointed out.

Effie's purple colored contacts widened.

"WHAT?" She screeched.

Effie lifted her bangs so she had a clear view of her in the glass window.

Sure enough there were beads of sweat glistening on her forehead and cheek.

"Ah!" Effie let out another ear piercing screech.

She sure loves to scream thought Darcy.

"Ms. Trinket, please quiet down. You're distrupting the other paitents."

A lady with brown wavy hair knocked on the door.

Hamitch let out a cackle, taking another swig of whatever was left in his liquor cabinet.

White, clean walls.

Nurses.

Paitents.

Reception Desk.

Glass windows.

Wires hooked up to her.

Darcy took in her surroundings and sure enough, she was in the hospital.

"I still can't believe you snuck out last night! To go where? Where was so important that you had to sneak out in such a state!" Effie yelled some more.

All Darcy did was put her index finger up to her chapped, pink lips.

"She wants you to be quiet. Please, you're annoying us all," Haymitch sat in the chair off to the side of the room.

"Knock, knock!" A cheery voice entered the room, "Oh, Darcy. Well, sleeveless dresses are out of the question. How you doing?"

"She doesn't speak. We have a mute," Haymitch told him, loud and clear for Darcy to hear.

Darcy looked down into her lap.

"I'd love to stay and chat, but I've got some preparing to do. Feel better," Darcy nodded and watched her stylist leave her.

"I think we should too. Let the girl rest. We've bothered her enough."

Haymitch started to push Effie out the door.

"Fine, but we are not done with you, young lady," Effie pointed towards the bruised, bloodied, and bandaged girl on the bed.

As soon as Darcy's head hit the pillow, she was out like a light.

His 6'1 frame towered over her petite one.

"So close to home." He had a gash on his left cheek that wouldn't stop bleeding.

"Please!" Darcy begged, crawling away from him.

He tilted the knife at her neck, threatening to kill her.

But he didn't.

He wanted to hear her beg for mercy and scream.

"You're a filthy, disgusting rat from District 12 that no one wants!" He screamed more hurtful words at her before he plunged the sword that killed Thresh,

Peeta, and many others and now her, into her stomach.

Darcy was too in shock to process words, and even her thoughts.

"Sleep well?" She jumped at the male voice.

And it wasn't Haymitch nor Cinna's.

Darcy's breathing became ragged and sharp just like the night before.

"Nurse!" Darcy choked out.

"Look, 12, you're welcome I saved your damn life. I could have left you there to die." His cocky attitude shown as bright as the sun.

"Nurse!" Darcy called out even louder.

"What do you have against me?" He finally asked the question that he had been wondering since he watched her fall.

"I had a nightmare. You were killing me, and you said that I was a filthy, disgusting rat from District 12 that no one wants." She quoted the words from her dream.

"The same exact words I said to Katniss Everdeen before I killed her. I didn't realize-" Cato started.

"What seems to be the problem here?" The lady that came wasn't the same nurse, Darcy recalled seeing earlier who shushed Effie.

Darcy went back to being mute and just pointed to Cato.

She signaled for him to leave. "Sir, visiting hours have ended two hours ago." The kind lady told him.

"Fine." Cato mumbled before reluctantly standing up.


"Haymitch, she's your tribute-" Effie started.

"Victor," Haymitch proudly interupted.

"Manners, Haymitch. She has the interview, the crowning- oh, goodness. The Victory tour is coming up," Effie started to fan herself with a nearby magazine with a picture of a maroon haired Caesar .

"Relax. The Victory tour is in a month," He roll his eyes at the colorful escort.

"So where's this new Annie Cresta of yours?" A young lady strolled in to the District 12 penthouse.

"Have you heard of knocking, Johanna?" Effie huffed.

"No," Johanna Mason chirped.

"Hospital," Haymitch answered.

"Why? I thought she got out two days ago. I'm pretty sure I saw her all bruised and bandaged the other day," Johanna plopped herself down on the couch where Haymitch was sitting.

"That plus the damage of falling down four flights of stairs," He slurred.

"Ouch," Commented Johanna, "How's she looking?"

"Awful. Hideous. In pain. Tired. Sad," Effie lsited.

"So she looks like she just got out of the Hunger Games," Johanna concluded, "So better or worse than Annie Cresta?"

"Worse," Effie decided.

"Way worse," Haymitch groaned.

"I never thought I'd see the day where Haymitch Abernanthy agreed with Effie Trinket. So she's really that bad?" Johanna widened her eyes, remembering the first time she met Annie.

"So this is the mad girl from District 4?" Johanna asked Finnick. "Johanna." He said sternly, "She's not mad. Just a bit out of it some times." "I'm Annie." Annie stuck her hand out, waiting for the her to shake it. "Johanna Mason." While shaking her hand, Annie jumped back, into Finnick's arms. Her face was drained from all color. Her breathing was fast.
She was scared. Her green eyes stared into space. "What's she doing?"
Johanna examined her. "I told you that at times she gets a bit out of it."
Finnick said, looking at Annie. "We better get going." Annie excused both her and Finnick from Johanna.

"She's a mute," Haymitch reasoned.

"If she doesn't talk, then how do we know what goes on in that messed up brain of hers?" Effie paced back and forth.

"All you care about are the interviews and her appearence. Do you realize how much pain she's in?" Haymitch gaped at the cold hearted lady.

It wasn't Effie's fault. The two had one thing in common.

They were both in a lot of pain after the games.

Both physically and mentally.

Haymitch almost died from blood loss and came out with a broken leg.

"Well, she's got to get something going. Remember, she needs a talent."

Effie ran a hand through her lime green strands.

"What's her name again?" Johanna flipped through the channels on the TV, waiting for something to catch her eye.

"Darcy Taylor," Effie beat Haymitch to it.

"Well, Miss Taylor-" Caesar was cut off as Johanna flipped the channel.

"Go back," Effie ordered.

"She's something, isn't she?" Claudius agreed.

"Turn it up," Haymitch demanded.

"Rumour has it that she's back in the hospital. No word on how," Caesar gave a pitiful look.

Darcy wouldn't of liked that.

She doesn't take pity.

It makes her look weak and helpless, when she's not.

"Everyone's waiting for her interview with you, Caesar. When will that be?"

"This Friday will be her first public appearence since the games, and I will have the honor of talking to her," Caesar gave his award winning smile.

"Well if she's a mute, you're going to have to make her talk to Caesar," Johanna advised.

Haymitch sighed, knowing she was right.

This girl was as stubborn as a brick, only saying a few words at a time.

"She's a special one, isn't she?" Caesar asked, talking particularly to no one.

"Let's take another look at her interview, shall we?" The screen changed from Claudius and Caesar to Darcy and Caesar.

Her hair were in waves while her side bangs were pinned back.

Her plump pink lips never changing from a smile.

Her yellow dress was higher in the front than in the back.

Though the bottom looked like it was started to burn.

It signaled the ending of innocence.

Her innocence.

"So, Darcy. You've been quite the talk in the Capitol. Care to know why?" Caesar asked.

Darcy sat cross legged on the chair, staing at Caesar she shook her head no.

"Well, onto another topic. Home. How did you feel about the Reaping. What did your family think?" He pried.

"I live with my Grandmother and younger brother, Logan. My father lives in District 8."

The video paused and went back to Caesar and Claudius.

"That's what I love about her. She reveals so much, yet so litte, making us crave for more about her," Caesar commented.

"She just has this way with people that draws them in," Claudius agreed.

The video played.

"What about your mother?" Darcy hesitated at this question.

No one knew about her mother.

Not even her friends.

She always kept her personal life to herself.

"A secret," She choked out.

Caesar knew this was a touchy subject.

"Your friends. How did they feel when you got reaped?" He tried to make eye contact, but failed to do so.

"They cried. A lot. But I have to admit, I would too," she tried to chuckle, but it came out muffled like a sob. Yet Darcy somehow kept her composure.

Once again, the video stopped.

"I really like how she tries to lighten the mood for herself and others. This, right here showcases how touchy the subject of her family is. You can see tears threatening to fall," Claudius says while pointing to her eyes.

"Like anyone cares. So many people cry in their interviews that Caesar needs tissues ready," Johanna scoffed at his comment.

"Sh!" Effie stared intensely at the screen as if Caesar's next words were a cure to cancer.

"What a strong survivor she is."

Play.

"Do you think you will win?" Caesar asked.

It was one of his most common questions, and the one she was dreading to answer.

"I think that if I do win, that'll be great. And if I don't, I don't. But my chances are slim." She played for their sympathy, and the audience melted into her hands.

"Who here, do you think is your biggest competitor?" Caesar asked.

The audience leaned in, expecting her to say the male from District 1 or 2, and maybe even 4.

"Who here, do you think might stop you from going home?" He rephrased.

The clock ticked and right before the buzzer went off, Darcy said loud and clear for all of Panem to hear who it was.

She leaned in towards Caesar and answered, "Myself."