A/N - Hey! New chapter! I just came back from Disneyland it was so awesome! Anyway I hope you guys enjoy this chapter, please REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW! Seriously though, reviews encourage me to write more of the story and if you have any ideas that would be so cool! but yeah, enjoy the chapter which I dedicate to my friend Effietrxnket, she has left so many some nice reviews on this story and I suggest you go read her hayffie story as it is amazing! :D

Effie's POV

I walked out of my room. I felt as if I was going to have another panic attack. How much longer did they expect me to cope? Earlier I had felt there was something worth living for but now I'm not so sure. I was going to die anyway, it might as well be now.

"Effie Trinket. I've been meaning to talk to you." Said a voice. I turned my head to find a man I didn't recognise.

"Ah yes. Much prettier than I expected. But then you are a Capitol girl aren't you?" Said the man.

"Thank you.. But may I ask, who are you?"

"Introductions don't matter." He smirked. He had dark brown hair and pale skin.

Before I knew it, he had pinned me to the wall, his lips pressed to mine. I struggled to push him away but I was small in comparison to the man.

"What are you doing? I don't even know you!" I managed to cry out. Out of the corner of my eye I could see another person at the end of the corridor.

"Get off her!" I heard Haymitch's voice. I saw him take out a gun as a bullet came flying towards the man, hitting him in the side as he collapsed to the ground.

"T-thank you." I stuttered, lost for words at what I had just experienced.

"No need to thank me. I knew his plan. The guy was trying to distract you, then he was going to kill you, he thought you were a spy for Snow or something." Haymitch replied.

"Did you not try to tell him?" I said. I wish he should've just let him kill me. It was for the best.

"He had already killed one of the stylists here. It was the only way of stopping him."

"I'm not sure how to.. Respond to this."

"Hey. I could give you a few lessons in fighting in case anyone else tries attacking you." Haymitch told me.

"Really? After all these years of hating me." I choked. I was still shocked and I could feel hot tears trickle down my face.

"What years of hating you? Yeah, sure you pissed me off.. But I never hated you."

"Nice to know." I said.

"Well. There is food being served if you want any." He said, changing the subject.

"I don't deserve to- I'm not hungry." I answered. I had actually gotten used to starving, if it was even working was a whole different story. I didn't deserve to eat anyway. I didn't deserve to live.

"You need to stop it with all the starving yourself. You're gonna die."

That's the aim.

"I'm going to my room." I told him, as I began to walk away.

Did any of that really just happen? I thought as I reached my room. Who even was that man? Why wouldn't he want me dead, anyway? I picked up my blade from the drawer and sliced into my pale skin.

I felt my vision begin to blur before my eyes as I blacked out.

I was finally dead.

Hopefully.

*7 hours later*

I blinked a couple of times before looking around. Where was I? Looking at my arms, I could see tubes attached. Why couldn't I just be dead? Why didn't they realize.

"She's waking up." Someone spoke.

"W-what happened?" I asked.

"You passed out from blood loss." The man next to my bed, who I guessed was a doctor, told me "It seems, though, the wounds were self inflicted."

"No they weren't." I said quickly.

"May you explain what they were from then?"

"I have a cat." I lied.

I heard the door open as Haymitch entered the room.

"What the fuck were you trying to do?" He asked.

"I.." I managed to get out.

"You were trying to kill yourself? I don't know why you do all this, but most of all I don't know why I didn't notice." Haymitch said, sitting on the chair by the side of the hospital bed.

"No. No I wasn't." I replied.

"Oh and that's your natural hair color, is it sweetheart?"

I realized the scarf around my hair was no longer there, instead my disgusting, dirty blonde hair was there.

"It's a lot nicer than those ugly wigs."

"Hey." Haymitch called out to the doctor "Is she allowed to leave yet? She's got work to do."

"I'm sorry, but she needs therapy before she's allowed to leave." The doctor replied.

"Well I'm gonna have to explain to Plutarch about that I guess."

It would've been a lot easier to let me die.