"Hijacked again, eh?" Haymitch asks, chewing loudly on a piece of bread.
"Not exactly," I say, looking out the window.
"Then what exactly, Peeta?" Haymitch asks in a bored tone.
"I'm not feeling like myself lately. It's almost as if all the memories that had been altered with the hijacking are starting to change themselves again. Every time I see Katniss... I'm not even sure what I feel around her anymore. I know that something's trying to take over me again, but I'm not going to let it." I watch my breath fog up the window as I talk. "I'm fighting as hard as I can."
"But how long can you keep it up?" Haymitch adds, getting interested.
"Exactly."
I pace the room, feeling his watching eyes follow me as I plop down on the chair. I drop my face into my hands in defeat, staring at the tiled floor. "Help me, Haymitch."
"Thought I was just a lousy old drunk, huh?" he teases, coughing out a laugh.
"You are," I mumble through my hands. "But you're the only one I can turn to right now. And, after all," I look up and wink at him, "you are my mentor."
"And don't you forget it," he says, wagging a finger at me. His face softens and he closes his eyes, seemingly sleeping.
"Haymitch!" I say.
He jolts up, glaring at me. "What now?"
"You're supposed to be helping me, remember?" I roll my eyes.
"I am!" He grunts, throwing his hands into the air. "Don't you know a thinking man when you see one?"
"I know a sleeping man," I mutter to myself.
"Now, just wait here a sec and I'll give you my advice." He lies back down, rubbing his stomach.
I get up and stand by the window again, looking over District 12. After a while, I locate the Hob, and then the school, and then our street. I stare longingly at the yellow-tiled roof of a house and imagine Katniss and the kids standing in the doorway, waving to me.
"You love her, don't you?" Haymitch's rough voice breaks my train of thought.
I look at him incredulously. "Of course."
"Well, then, there you go!" He smiled contentedly, as if he'd just won the lottery.
"OK, thanks old man," I say, grabbing my things. "You've been a real big help," I add sarcastically.
He grabs my hand as I pass by, holding me in place. He rests his gaze intently on mine, as if he is seeing right through me. "You'll survive it, boy. I know it." He releases me and closes his eyes, this time really sleeping.
I stare at him, stunned. Haymitch actually believes in me?
The monitor beside him beeps steadily and I look at all the medicine flowing into his body. Must be the drugs
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Future of the mockingjay
FanfictionThe devastating war between the Capitol and the Rebels has come and passed, Everyone is living different, peaceful lives... except for Katniss Everdeen. After the tremendous loss of her fellow tributes and her sister prim, will her life ever be the...