A/N - Well.. Dun dun dun! THIS CHAPTER INCLUDES... YOU GUESSED IT... HAYFFIE! So I'm not gonna spoil it for you but there is hayffie. if you don't ship it then I don't know why you clicked on this story. Please review and I hope you enjoy the chapter, I definitely enjoyed writing it! P.s you're all awesome! :D

Effie's POV

After about three days of the routine of waking up, maybe talking to someone, eating something tiny, having therapy then going back to sleep, I was finally allowed out of the hospital. I was nothing like the person I used to be, it was hard to even pretend to be happy.

I never listened to a word any doctor said. I didn't care. I still wanted to die. I had been diagnosed with depression, borderline personality disorder, anorexia and bulimia. This wasn't going to stop me from killing myself, as soon as I got out of here I would end my life.

I walked down the corridor, looking for Haymitch. I don't know why I felt the need to tell him that I was alive still. He had only visited me at the beginning.

"Effie. I've actually been looking for you." Haymitch said. He was in the middle of a conversation with a man I didn't recognise.

"Oh it's you. You're the one from the Capitol. I'm surprised they even let you in here, stupid bitch. You supported the games all along." The man growled, placing his hands on my throat.

"Get off her, Darien! It isn't her fault that was her job!" Haymitch shouted, shoving the man away from me.

"Yeah it is. There's no such thing as a nice person from the Capitol. She might as well die." The man, Darien said.

"She's on our side. She feels so bad for what she's done.. Well not what she's done, none of it was up to her, but she's tried killing herself." Haymitch spoke "So how about you shut the fuck up?"

"Why doesn't she try again? We could do better without her. She's worthless, she can't fight." Darien said. Maybe I will. I knew I was worthless, I knew I couldn't fight. But maybe I could prove him wrong.

"Maybe she can't. But I can." Haymitch said, throwing a punch in his direction, slamming him into the wall. He got up, and started to walk away.

"Thanks for saving me. I owe you something, this is the second time." I gave Haymitch a weak smile.

He tilted his head, as if thinking of a way I could repay him.

"Hmm I think I have an idea." He smirked.

"And that i-" I managed to say before I was cut of by the warmth of his lips on mine. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me in closer as the kiss gradually became more passionate.

"I think I could say I earned this." He said, breaking away quickly before his lips latched back on to mine. I felt as if this was one of the best moments of my life, this was the thing that stopped my life from ending.

"Man, you're a good kisser." Haymitch said.

"Not as good as you." I smiled as he cupped his hands around my face, and kissed me lightly.

"For me, do you think you could stop cutting yourself..?" He asked.

"No. I'm sorry but I can't." I said. Why did he have to bring that up. It was so hard for me to talk about it. It was a reminder that I still wasn't strong.

"At least eat something."

"You don't understand. I can't just eat. I don't deserve to eat, I don't even deserve to live. I'm worthless." I explained, tears stinging in my eyes. I had never really talked about these kind of things before.

"You're not worthless. And I don't usually say this to people, but you deserve to live, Effie."

"No I don't."

"Well I'm not sure how to convince you, but you mean the world to me, although I don't act like it." He said, placing his hand in mine.

"You too."