I've had most of this written for a while, but never quite felt satisfied with it. I guess that happens to most writers before they reach the climax of their stories. Or is that just me? Anyway, enjoy and review!
I do not own anything besides Darcy and the plot.
"She must be watched 24/7. With her injuries now, another stunt like falling down steps could be her last," the nurse told the drunken victor.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." He replied.
"Sir, I'm serious. Her life is on the line." Haymitch ignored the nurse and made his way to Darcy's door.
"Rise and shine, sweetheart. You get to leave this depressing hell hole." He slurred.
Darcy groggily rubbed her eyes.
"The hell?" She groaned angrily.
"Glad you found your voice, but could you do that while we leave. That nurse keeps giving me the evil eye," he shuddered. "I'll be waiting outside. I already checked you out, so hurry up."
Haymitch left once again, leaving Darcy to herself and thoughts.
Darcy quickly changed into the clothes Haymitch brought, carefully pulling down the blue hoodie over her head, cautious of her injuries.
It was a miracle that she hadn't broken her legs or arms, but just her ribs.
Darcy walked out the front door. The hospital was right around the corner from their penthouse, so Haymitch decided not to use a car.
"I thought you might need some fresh air after being stuck in that stuffy hospital for three days," his breath was mix of alchohal and meat.
It wasn't surprising for Darcy, considering it was 11:30 a.m.
The rest of the walk was in silence until they finally arrived at the penthouse.
"I'll take the stairs." Darcy told her old mentor.
"No, no, no, no, no. Remember last time you did that?" He asked.
Darcy rolled her eyes, "I'll be more careful."
"Liar." He stifled a laugh, "I know you too well."
Haymitch clicked the gold button with the number 12 on it.
It was all too familiar with him.
"I bet you could do that with your eyes closed." Commented Darcy.
"It's the 12th one up. A blind person could do that." Haymitch chuckled at her stupid comment.
All Darcy did was nod.
Haymitch smiled to himself, giddy that she was talking again.
"You've got some visitors." Haymitch told her as he held the door open.
"Welcome back!" An unfamiliar voice said.
Four actually.
Johanna Mason.
Cato James.
Finnick Odair.
Annie Cresta.
Annie rushed to hug her, "I'm Annie."
Darcy cracked a half smile.
She liked this girl.
Annie had a warm vibe that would just pull you in.
And right now that's what Darcy needed, a warm person.
"I'm-" Darcy started.
"I know who you are. You're Darcy Tyler!" She swung Darcy's hand side to side.
"Darcy Taylor," she corrected.
"Whoops! I happen to do that sometimes," she apologized.
"Johanna Mason," the brunette that was slouching on the couch introduced herself.
"The greatest person you'll ever meet," the green eyed, bronze haired boy, tall, athletic boy that girls fawned left and right for smirked.
The fourth person started to introduce himself, but was rudely interrupted by Darcy, "I don't care."
"Manners!" Effie scolded.
Darcy rolled her eyes, ignoring her escort.
"Cato James, AKA the boy who saved your god damned life," Cato grumbled, obviously not happy with her treatment towards him.
"You only did that because there were cameras watching, and you'd look more like an asshole if you didn't," Darcy rolled her eyes.
Cato was taken back, "There were cameras?"
"Of course there were cameras, you dumbass!" Darcy cursed.
She really hated Cato.
"I like her," Johanna smiled wickedly.
"Then you get to know her," Haymitch grumbled.
"GET OUT!" Darcy screamed, grabbing Haymitch'ss bottle and throwing the half empty bottle at Cato.
Luckily, thanks to his quick reflexes, he dodged it easily, only letting a few shards of glass on him.
"Whoah man, thank god she has shit aim," Finnick tried to lighten the mood.
"I think it'd be best if you left, Cato," Annie tried.
"You know what? I think you're right, Annie. I'd rather be on my own than in a room with a messed up asshole of a victor!" Cato stormed off, slamming the door behind with a loud thud.
"Don't call Annie that!" Johanna cackled.
"What?" Annie inquired at the mention of her name.
"Short temper you have there, Darce. Now I know to keep sharp objects away from you," Finnick joked.
"Just glad he's gone," Darcy replied, wiping the drops of blood that the glass cut off her hand.
Everything was silent.
Until she screamed.
Gripping her head, pulling at her hair, Darcy let out a loud scream.
"TELL HER TO SHUT UP!" Johanna covered her ears.
"Annie, sweetie, can you take Darcy to her room?" Effie asked.
Annie quickly nodded, ushering the girl into her extravagent room.
"What the hell was that?" Finnick pointed in the direction Annie and Darcy left seconds ago.
"She tends to have... meltdowns. They're random and spontaneuos. At least she just screamed this time," Haymitch explained.
"What happened the other times?" Finnick dared to ask.
"She got a hold of a knife from the kitchen drawer and started to carve numbers onto a wall in her room. She was gripping the knife so hard, her knuckles were bleeding.
And she did all of it while screaming her head off. Cashmere and Gloss heard and told us to shut up," Effie paced.
It was becoming a normal thing for Effie to do, pace.
Especially with Darcy.
"How do you usually stop her?" Johanna wondered aloud.
"We usually put her on the roof. That way no one can hear her," Haymitch sighed.
"Annie was never like this," Finnick said concluding that Darcy was mad.
"What happens if she had one of her meltdowns on TV?" Effie stopped in her tracks.
"Chaos," Haymitch answered.
"If she keeps this up she'll be safe from Snow," Finnick said.
"What do you mean?" Effie furrowed her overplucked brows in confusion.
"No one wants to sleep with a mad girl," Johanna explained.
"She's only 16," Effie looked to Haymitch.
"She's already getting payments from Capitol citizens," Finnick sighed.
"Haymitch! You're her mentor, why didn't you do something?" Effie placed her hand on her hips, furiousu at the man in front of her.
"What could I posisbly do? It's out of my hands now. Snow has her in a headlock," Haymitch shot back. "I can't control anything after she wins."
"Well, let's just get through these interviews and crowning first, okay? Good," Effie told the small group of victors, "Well I for one am sleep deprived, so I will see you all in the morning tomorrow. Okay? Okay."
The room was left in silence as Effie stumbled on her lanky legs to the farthest room at the end of the hall, her room.
"Finnick, help!" A loud cry came from Darcy's room.
"Annie!" Finnick jolted off the couch, scrambling onto his feet, he ran to the room.
"Annie," he repeated taking in the chaos in front of him.
"What? What happened..." Johanna trailed off, staring down at the floor.
Annie was shielding Darcy's eyes as she sobbed into her chest.
"What happened?" Finnick inquired, looking at both Annie and Darcy.
"I-I-I d-don't k-know. She screamed and I looked up and there he was," Annie explained, scared.
"Annie, get Darcy out of here," Haymitch ordered, "Johanna, get me the phone."
Annie pulled Darcy out of the gory room, and Darcy followed like a lost puppy.
Johanna scurried to the kitchen and picked up the cordless phone that was barely used.
"Here," Johanna stared at the scene in shock.
"Hello?" The voice on the other line asked.
"I would like to report a dead body," Haymitch said staring down at the bloody corpse.
