Hey guys, so I've been at war with myself on whether or not I should continue this story. So I'm going to write this chapter and the reviews I get will determine whether or not I will continue, so please review! Or PM your choice.
EFFIE'S P.O.V
I got lost didn't I. I was staring at the lack of colour and lack of children and when I decided to focus again I couldn't see Haymitch. I stopped in my tracks and froze, what do I do now? I spun around trying to see where Haymitch went, well that failed epically so I decided to go and look for him. Also stupid.
I got lost within the five second period from when I walked away till reaching one of many corridors, when did he become sober enough to walk that fast? In fact when did he get sober enough to do anything without vomiting everywhere? I spin around trying to spot Haymitch, I don't spot Haymitch but I do see the familiar braid that caught the capitol by storm. Katniss. I run as fast as I can without tripping when finally I reach her.
"Katniss! Katniss!"
KATNISS' P.O.V
I've been trying to escape for hours but every time a get close to hiding myself away somebody calls my name. For the fifth time in the past 5 minutes someone calls my name, but this time the voice is different, familiar. How could I forget that high pitch squeak, the significant capitol accent. Effie. Effie Trinket. Oh no, I run for it, I can't stand to see her face not yet. She's probably seen Peeta which means she will want to tell me what he looks like. I don't want to know what the capitol is doing to him. I've only just accepted that he is probably close to dead. I don't need confirmation that he is. Effie's voice is drowned out by the sound of the rush in the hallway I've turned into and I stop running and try to catch my breath.
"Hey Catnip"