It's out of a super crazy hype that has taken over me like a hurricane after a friend told me:
"Hey! The Hunger Games is pretty neat!"
So.. yah know... the voices won with the idea of a ff where Haymitch met Katniss and Peeta before their reaping age...
It was one of those days where the nightmares won and Haymitch was ready to end it all.
Nothing too rare, but unusual enough that whenever those days came, it gut punched him so hard that it was nothing short of excruciating misery.
He had fantasies those days.
Fantasies of decay and death, of rotting away somewhere secluded, to become a legend just because he was reclaimed quickly back to nature… He even imagined himself stealing some dynamite from the mines and immolating himself in a last cry of inglorious rage, taking himself and the Victor’s Villa - each empty house a symbol of pain and torture that taunted him for twenty years. He had failed to fill them up.
And wouldn't that be easy?
To just die and make himself be lost to the history of the wretched system that had their boot so against their necks, some were brainwashed to think that without the pressure they would die.
Haymitch knew it would be easy.
Why was he so chicken shit to do it?
It was fear, it was a twisted sense of responsibility, and - if he was feeling generous enough to be honest - a debilitating sense of survivor’s guilt that got him going while spiraling out of control inside his concrete prison.
Maysilee would have been such a good mentor, Haymitch knew she would.
Why was he thinking about her now? Was he about to die?
He hoped he would, but he couldn’t really remember anything else. Everything hurt, especially his head and his side. He was also cold as hell… where was he even?
He opened his eyes, which apparently were closed, and the last thing he saw was the gray eyes of the seam.
A little depressing, but I swear I'm fine xD
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