Haymitchs POV
"Just one more," I mumble as I chug down my 11th shot of whiskey. After that I look down at my watch 3:00AM it reads. "Aw crap, I gotta get home," I say while trying to stand up straight, I slowly leave the tavern bumping into various people. Some how I make it to my home the geese honk like crazy when I walk to the door, "Shut the hell up," I growl at them which causes them to honk more. When I finally get my key in the door and turn it I open it to see a my home dirty and covered in assorted bottles, dirty clothing, and overturned furniture. The only thing that brings a bit of brightness to my drunken headache is the picture of Katniss, Peeta, and their children hung up on the wall, it's the only picture.
I walk, well more of fell, over to the couch and grab the tv remote they are replaying old clips from the hunger games on the news talking about how much our society has changed and how we all understand how what happened was wrong and hideous they show a clip after clip of the disgusting games then a slightly familiar face is shown on the screen the quarter quell flashes across the screen i finally recognize the face it's maislees's I stare at the screen then puke on the floor next to the couch they show clips of my fellow tributes being murdered one after another finally they show the clip I've been dreading. Maislee's death, and then me trying to save her, tears stream down my face as I watch after it's over I grab the remote and turn off the tv. I lie down on the couch knife in hand though most of my nightmares have ended some still remain and I just can't seem to break the habit of sleeping with my knife as I lie more tears run down my face. I think of maislee and katniss and Peeta and their kids and even Effie as I grab a bottle of white liquor from a bookshelf. I've been getting used to the idea of sleeping when it's dark out but tonight that just isn't gonna happen.
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