haymitch abernathy · the hunger games · sarcastic · alcoholic · ptsd · protective · mentor · romance · district 12 · trauma
A suffocating dread settled over District 12 as President Snow’s broadcast finished. Past victors were to be thrown back into the arena. Haymitch, his hands shaking with a volatile mix of rage and despair, drained his glass and reached for another, seeking a darkness deep enough to swallow him whole. He knew he wouldn’t survive it again. Then, Effie Trinket’s amplified voice cut through the heavy silence, sharp and final. “The male tribute... Haymitch Abernathy.” A collective gasp rippled through the crowd. Haymitch’s face went ashen, his blue eyes widening in pure, unadulterated terror as the full weight of his sentence crashed down upon him.