I've been receiving a few comments that I've been making a few mistakes in this fic so I reread all my previous chapters and you guys are right (I'm not really surprised though, I wrote all of the chapters in the middle of the night). I'm going to try and fix them immediately. I appreciate that, I really do. Just tell me when I made a few typos, grammatically incorrect statements, wrong use of words, jumping tenses, nonsense sentences and the like. I'm an aspiring author (as in non-fanfiction) and it will really help.

Sorry for the long update; school has already started and I'm going to be very busy but this fic will be updated weekly.

Anyways, 5th chapter.

"HAYMITCH ABERNATHY!" Effie called upon seeing the young 12-year old, drunk and unconscious on the bed with a half-filled bottle of alcohol. She knows for a fact that the drunk mentor was responsible for the sad state of their tribute.

"What? What's with all the yelling?" he asks as he storms into the room. The scene before him didn't really surprise him much. He knows that young girl planned on getting drunk in the first place.

"Are you responsible for this?" She asks. She eyes were filled with fury. For all the things Haymitch has ever done this has to be the most appalling; liquor isn't something a little girl should be drinking.

Haymitch heaved a sigh before he replied. "She asked for them so what was I suppose to do?" He was drunk but he can tell that Effie was mad and he will get a good dose of scolding from her.

"How about saying no." she replies sternly.

"Listen sweetheart, it's no one's fault. She got drunk because she needs to forget. Is that so wrong?" he reasoned. He knows how traumatizing the games are and he knows how it can change a person. A tribute needs an escape-a sanctuary and no matter how inappropriate it may seem it does save one from the pain. Is it so wrong then?

"She's 12! She's just a little girl; she shouldn't be drinking these!" She exclaims. She knows of alcohol as an adult's drink and something to be taken in moderation. It is a vice to drink too much; it's a very inappropriate way to deal with one's problems.

"She's 12! She's just a little girl; she shouldn't be in the games!" His patience grew thin; he was angry at her statement. That girl is being send to her death at such a young age; how can she think that drinking liquor is inappropriate for her when she's going to be killed?

"Do you think I want her to be in the games? Do you think I enjoy sending innocent children to die each year? Do you think I enjoy seeing them killed, knowing that she might have been killed when she was taken away!" Tears started to well up in her eyes; the tribute just reminded her so much of her own. If she's out there and if she is still alive; she would look similar to the young girl.

She has in fact imagined the tribute to be her own daughter but she thought that as absurd. She probably has a family; one that loved her and cared for her. It was something that the two of them were never able to give to their daughter and she regrets it. She can only hope that she is out there; well of and being cared for.

"I-I'm sorry Effie... I didn't know she reminded you of-" he was cut off. Amaryllis woke up from her slumber. She scratched her head and looked at the two adults with confusion.

"Wha-what's happening?" she groggily asks.

The two of them looked at her. Their hearts softened and they both stopped arguing to attend to their tribute.

"Nothing sweetheart... Does your head hurt? You drank quite a lot." he asks with concern in his voice. Effie was right; he shouldn't have given any to her. He looked at the poor state of their tribute and his heart filled up with pity. He gave the girl an apologetic glance before giving one to Effie; for arguing with her.

She groaned and forced out a yes. Her head hurt so bad; it feels like it's going to explode. She couldn't think clearly and she can barely focus.

"A glass of water ought to help." says Effie right before she walked out of the room to get the poor girl a glass.

Haymitch sat down by her bedside, he looked at the young girl before him and heaved a sigh before speaking up.

"I shouldn't have given you liquor..." he said.

Amaryllis could only groan in reply. She's such a young girl and it was her first time. She knew about hangovers but she didn't know it would be something like this for she has imagined it to be only a slight headache but this one was very different; her head ached twice as much as she would have thought, she felt weak, dizzy and she couldn't focus on anything.

Haymitch looked over to her side table and noticed a vacuum flask sitting next to the lampshade. He took it and opened up the seal. He took a whiff and he immediately knew it was pork stew. He was familiar with the dish simply because it was a good hangover cure.

"Stay here, I'll get you a spoon and a bowl." he got up and left the room. She followed him with her eyes. She kept her eyes on the door. Drunk or not, she wonders about Effie and Haymitch. Do they treat their other tributes like this? Why do they look familiar? What's going on between those two? What is she to them?

She knows well that she has no business to interfere with their lives but sometimes she just couldn't help it. Back at the orphanage she would sometimes she would look out of her window and watch people pass by, wondering if they have a family, if they were nice to them and if they would escape into their own fantasies when things go wrong. She mostly thought about her parents though; she would look at people's faces and wonder what her parents looked like.

A few moments later Effie came back carrying a glass of water. She sat down by her bedside and helped her move her head up. She pressed the edge of the glass towards the tribute's lips and tilted it a little. She took a few small sips right before moving away from the glass and collapsing back into bed.

The escort grabbed a clean handkerchief and wiped the sweat of her tribute's forehead. She looked at her with sympathy. "Better?" she asked.

Amaryllis couldn't focus. She only thought that Effie was being really nice to her and she didn't really expect that. She loved her kind gestures; she thought that if she had the chance to grow up with her parents her mother would be just as nice as her.

She started sinking in back to her dream world and her drunken state made everything confusing and in that moment she actually thought that the kind woman before her is her real mother.

"Yes, thank you mommy..." She answered.

Effie held back a sob. The girl was drunk and confused that's for sure but her reply reminded her of her daughter.

Moments later Haymitch walked back into the room carrying the bowl of pork stew. Effie have him a confused look, to which he replied that it was a good hangover cure.

They re-positioned her pillow to make her sit up. He moved the stew-filled soup towards her mouth and she eagerly opened it up. She ate slowly but continuously; savoring the creamy, herby and meaty broth.

Effie excused herself; she still has to run through her schedule to make sure that everything is happening on time and is going according to plan. Haymitch just continued to feed their tribute.

Once the bowl was empty he placed it on the side table and adjusted his tribute's pillow so she can go back to sleep.

He looked at her and thought that she was very fragile; like his daughter. He misses her and he sometimes wonder what has become of her. Does she have a new family? Is she in an orphanage somewhere or has their worst fear happened to her? He would also think of what will happened to her when she grows up; if she will be fussy and proper like her mother or if she will be drunk yet cunning like her father.

He removed a few stray hair strands from her face then he covered her with a warm and soft blanket. She looked so peaceful.

"Rest now. The hangover will pass, I promise." he said.

Haymitch's kindness made her even more confused. She wasn't expecting any of that from their mentor, he doesn't want to teach them survival so why is it that he cared all of a sudden? It didn't make sense but Amaryllis was too caught up in her fantasies to notice and she assumed that Haymitch was in fact her father.

"Good night daddy..." She said before Haymitch left.

This caught Haymitch by surprise but nevertheless, he smiled at the little girl, replied a good night and closed the door shut. He was reminded of his little girl and he thought that maybe, just maybe, Amaryllis can be some sort of daughter to him- even if it's just for a little while.

She was awoken by a gentle tugging at her shoulders. She opened her eyes and her gaze met with that of her fellow tribute. He looked really excited and pleased but she can only look at him in utter confusion; is the excited to enter the arena and die?

"Hey, are you alright now?" he asks.

She can only nod in agreement. Yesterday was a blur to her. She can barely remember a thing, the only thing that she remembered was her wonderful dream, wherein her parents gave her some water and stew before tucking her in to sleep. It made her feel happy because the dream was so vivid-it almost confused her with reality.

"Good! Get up, I want to show you something." He helped her up then he grabbed her hand and led her to the room with the biggest windows.

She could tell that they were in a tunnel for the outside was pitched black. She doesn't really find the darkness interesting so she deduced that what he wants to show her was at the end of the tunnel.

"We're just a few kilometers away from the Capitol." he says matter-of-factly.

The scene before them suddenly changed; they were not in the tunnel anymore. In the distance she can see tall infrastructures, most of them were made out of glass and steel, some have domed tops while other came in strange geometrical shapes. They both have never seen anything like it and they both can't believe that this will be their home for several weeks.

"Whoa!" she exclaims with excitement.

"I couldn't have said it better myself." he replies jokingly.

"H-how did you know about this?"

"I didn't. I just thought that the Capitol might look cool so I woke you up." he said in reply.

"I'm glad you did."

The train started to slow down and it eventually came to a stop in the station. People, who were strangely dressed, waved at them. They waved in return. Amaryllis liked that, she doesn't know why though. Maybe it's because a part of her believed that those people actually liked her but she isn't so sure.

Fear then started to overwhelm her. They are now in the Capitol and they are now closer to their deaths. She tried to hold back her fear; she can't show it-she shouldn't show it. Her nightmares were coming true; everything is becoming a reality.

There is a fine line between imagination and reality...

Again, sorry for the late update guys. Anyways, please review when you have time... :D