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11 November 2010 @ 12:05 pm
fic. Delirium | Chapter Four  
Title: Delirium
Chapter: Four
Characters/Pairings: Katniss, Haymitch, Peeta
Rating: PG
Word Count: 505

Chapter Four

Calling my mother to let her know about Gale would have proven a big mistake. I knew so much but Peeta insisted. So, of course, I tried.

And like I had assumed, it was a complete horror. Peeta is beside me, eyes wide and trying to comfort me but it's useless. It's never too great when your own mother hates you. I understand her, though. I am responsible for Prim's death after all.

"It'll be alright," Peeta says. "She'll come to her senses."

I doubt this. When she picked up, she had simply said, "I'm sorry Katniss," and hung up. Tears had instantly sprung and I am still trying to control them. Peeta hands me another tissue paper and I take it, using it to wipe away the tears and to pat my face dry. I want to get out of here.

It is cold outside but I don't care. I stand up, throwing the tissue across the kitchen so it lands inside the trash bin. "I'm taking a walk," I say.

"I'll come," Peeta offers.

"No, please," I add as an after thought. Peeta gives a single nod and then I walk out the door.

My feet make a turn to Haymitch's house. I hate him. I hate him for agreeing with me and for using me the way he did. But he may be the only sane person who could help me. Help me drown what is left of my feelings for Gale.

I don't even bother knocking at the door, he's probably passed out somewhere far from it and won't answer. So I open it--it's always unlocked. The house smells of alcohol and all the curtains are drawn. It feels like a funeral inside.

I hear a grunt coming from the living room. When I turn the corner, I see Haymitch on the floor, flailing and trying to get up.

"Haymitch," I say, moving to his side and supporting his weight. He's thinner than ever, just bones and skin. His face looks like he's twenty years older than he really is.

"Whoirsthat," he says, an unintelligible murmur.

"It's Katniss," I say. He hates me too, that much is clear. I wish Peeta would have come along after all.

"Morealcoholplirs," he says. I can't understand him. I sit him in the dirty sofa and go to the kitched, grabbing a glass-full of water.

"Wake up, Haymitch," I say, before dumping the water on his face.

It's like he doesn't even notice it. I sigh. Maybe I should just leave. But no, I can't leave him like this. He probably feels more like crap than I do.

I go upstairs to the linen closet and take out what seems like a clean sheet. I go downstairs again and place it on top of him. I take away the bottle of alcohol from his hand and place it on the floor.

"No more drinking for you," I say. I sit beside him and lean my head back. Within a second, I'm already asleep.

inbetweendays27 on November 11th, 2010 07:49 pm (UTC)
I just read all four chapters, and I think they're very interesting. I think you've written everyone fairly well, and I'm looking forward to seeing where you're going with this. Good job, and keep it up!
The Word Mapthewordmap on November 11th, 2010 07:55 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much! It means a lot. Hopefully, I'll write a new chapter soon.