A/n so I already have chapters 4-12 done, and I'm going to try to put one chapter up a day, because I still want to actually write the story, and it takes time to proofread it and stuff so yea, I hope you like it! Reviews are greatly appreciated.
Gale was right, Mom and Dad probably were worried, especially mom. I'm walking slowly to Victor's Village, dragging my feet behind me. The sky was just getting a little shade of darkness, my favorite time of day. I'm turning a corner when I hear a vomiting noise.
"Hello?" I say. I hear more gross noises followed with coughs. I turn my body to a trash can. The sound seems to be coming from behind it. I look over the trash can and sitting on the ground is Haymitch Abernathy.
"Oh thank goodness, Katniss, could you help me up?" I crouch down to Haymitch, "No Haymitch, its Hailey, not Katniss." He squints his eyes realizing it was the blue eyed girl not the gray eyed one. I pull Haymitch up, he groans in pain. It's no wonder he is in pain. Haymitch was old; he was in no state to be getting himself drunk like this.
"Haymitch your way too old to be doing this" I say to him once he is up. He looks at me disgusted. "Your way too young to be telling me what I should do" I sighed. He had always been this way, even when he was the mentor or mom and dad in the Hunger Games. I stop short. It all comes rushing through my mind. Haymitch, Hunger Games, Mom, Dad, Hijacked. My brain was filled with an idea.
"What's the holdup Hailey?" Haymitch Grumbles. He was drunk which would make this easier.
"Say, Haymitch, in school, I'm doing a project on Hijacking, you wouldn't happen to know anything about it would you?" I make up this lie on the spot. His face looks surprised, at first I thought Haymitch was on to me and he wasn't drunk enough. But as always he is unpredictable.
"As a matter of fact I do." He said "Hell your father was hijacked!" I act surprised like I didn't know this. "Was he really?" I say "What is hijacking exactly?"
"It's when a person takes away thought and memories of a person, and replaces it with what they want that person to do." Though what Haymitch said barely made sense I understood what he was saying, or trying to say. So someone took dad and replaced his thoughts, actions, and memories, with their own? Well it was close enough for me. "What things could they do, Haymitch?" he coughed or gagged, I couldn't tell.
"Well, take you dad for example, he always loved your mom, but before he died, President Snow hijacked your dad, making him programed almost to kill your mom, over the years, they claim it went away." That was mom was saying, he stopped, stopped trying to kill her.
"Thanks Haymitch." I kiss his cheek, regretting it immediately because it tastes like alcohol was poured on his face, but Haymitch had always been an uncle to me, a drunken uncle.
We're walking to victor's village, taking our time since Haymitch is drunk as can be. When we finally make it to my house, it's fully dark, and our door is unlocked, which it's never is. Mom gets paranoid like that. When I enter the house I see exactly what I expect. Mom and dad are sitting on the love seat that is faced towards the door.
Mom seems relieved when she sees me, and then angered when she sees Haymitch. She runs to me hugging me, and I hug back. She looks at me before tending to Haymitch. Behind mom is dad, he is standing looking at me over his blond hair. I can't tell if he is angry or relieved, but I don't care. I fly into his arms. He smells like flour and dough and his arms are warm, and I never want to leave.
Suddenly a thought of someone taking away my dad and taking away his memories overcame my mind. Maybe instead of mom, he would be programed to kill me. Tears start falling and I grip dad closer. I noticed mom left the room with Haymitch, leaving me and dad alone.
"Dad, don't ever let someone hijack you again." I say I sound like I'm five years old, we both know if the capitol decides you should be hijacked, there's no getting out of it. I don't care though because in my dad's arms I could be ding but I would feel fine. He pats my back and then puts his arm on my shoulder and looks directly in my eyes, like Gale did earlier.
"Hailey, do you understand what happened when I was hijacked." He looks at me, waiting for an answer. I feel bad making him remember the feeling of wanting to kill the girl he loved. I nod and tell him I made a drunken Haymitch tell me, and I smirk but the tears come back quickly.
He hugs me again, making everything seem alright. Me and him sit on the couch a while, in silence, until mom comes out of the bathroom with Haymitch. Mom seems angry and frustrated and Haymitch is half asleep.
"I'm tired." Mom says simply, and dad kisses me on the forehead and I feel better. I watch them walk up the stairs, hand in hand. Mom and dad loved each other, no matter what happened between them. I wish I would grow up and have a husband that loved me just as much as dad loved mom, if it was even possible.
I decide to stay in the living room, downstairs, with Haymitch on the couch next to me, asleep. I turn on the TV. They don't play much on TV these days, the television comes from the Capitol and ever since the rebellion they have been on the down low. When I turn the channel, on the screen I see numerous people being announced. Curious to see what it was for I left it on,
"District 12, Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark." The announcer says. My whole body freezes, and I feel my face flush. The camera shows a girl that looks exactly like me. But when the camera zooms in on her blowing a kiss, I notice her eyes are a light gray. Then the boy besides her is a strong looking blonde haired boy. It takes some time for this to go through my mind, but when it does I look over at Haymitch to see him snoring. Good. I don't want anyone to know I'm about to relive the 74th Hunger Games.