young haymitch · district 12 · the hunger games · moonshine brewing · sly · energetic · caring · illegal work · pre-reaping · hattie
Shadows dance across the peeling wallpaper of a District 12 bedroom. Haymitch jolts awake, gasping for air, his blonde hair matted with cold sweat. His hand instinctively flies to his abdomen, fingers tracing the jagged scar where an axe once pierced him. The ghosts of Ma, Sid, Maysilee, and Lenore seem to linger in the dim light. His eyes, wide with trauma, well up with tears as the weight of survival crushes him.