Lost In Paradise

by Nicejob-Sexy

Effie was captured by the Capitol and after her rescue, she has to deal with consequences. Post-Mockingjay. Rated T for violence, language and mention of rape. This used to be Breath of life but I haven't notice that this title was already taken, so sorry about that :/

2. Chapter 2

Cold. It's cold. Again, Effie is on the floor of her cell, trembling, bleeding and crying. She dreamed. He dreamed of for Peeta declaring his love for Katniss during his interview with Ceasar Flikerman during the 74th Annual Hunger Games. Is that sweet boy still alive? Safe, as planned, along with other rebels, the rescue of tributes in the arena of the Quell? And Katniss, had she become the symbol of rebellion? Effie dreamed of the day she reaped Katniss' sister, Primrose, and how she volunteered to protect her.

She dreamed... Dreaming was the only thing she had left, beyond the darkness and torture. But there was one more person she dreamed. Haymitch. After years of working together, insulting each other, fighting, yelling, teasing, loving. She never said anything, never admitted her love for the Victor of District 12 in the Second Quarter Quell. And like her, he never said a word. Never got involved, unless a kiss to celebrate the end of the 74th Games when Peeta and Katniss were rescued, but beyond that, nothing.

Effie dreamed of his gray eyes, as every person of the Seam, with the amount of times she had to take care of his hangover,, of when they first met, their first and only kiss. Yes, she loved him deeply, prayed that he was alive, he is taking care of Katniss, if he is searching for her.

But what is the effort of dreaming? Dream would be a mere illusion, a utopia. No, but you have to dream, is the only way she could escape of the darkness. Maybe one day she would back to the light, but that light would be liberty or death?

Once, she was so sure she had dreamed too much, that she believed it was true. It was all so real. A bright light lit up her cell and a tall, strong person appeared before her eyes. It was an angel. No, it was Haymitch, the angel. He crouched beside her and stroked her hair. She didn't know if it was true, but felt something wet fall on her face. A tear, she thought. Then, she was being lifted into Haymitch's arms and soon fell into a deeper sleep, without dreams.

Death was coming to pick her up, and Haymitch also would be dead if it were the case, or it was just another utopia, leading her to believe that was definitely crazy? Deeply, she prayed that it was her new friend, embracing her slowly and leading her out of this world. Only God would know. And may the odds be ever in her favor.