Too Fast, Too Late Part One

A/N: Just to recap, this is a romantic depressing story in Haymitch's point of view. Okay, bye bye.

It's been a real long time since I've been happy. After I won the Hunger Games, my life has been a living hell. Not only I’ve lost a family, but a friend, too. And seeing these kids die young in the games just makes it worse. It was as if all my happiness was sucked out from a vacuum. A vacuum called: The Capitol.

Of course, I was intoxicated. I sure wasn't proud bu drinking just helps me wash my sorrows away. No matter how many time that bread boy says, "Stop drinking, Haymitch," or that other girl with a stupid name, Katniss, says, "You need to sober so you can mentor us, Haymitch," I just can't stop. I hide a stash in my room for safety. They don't know about it.

After Peeta bathed me, or just throw me into the shower while I just lay, sobbing, I relaxed with a towel where my front should be, and was very wet. The bed was also soggy, and my hair was shriveled from the cold shower. I didn't care of any of the stuff. I decided to take a walk so I suited into my jeans and collared old shirt. I head on out, ignoring Effie yammering. "HAYMITCH!HAYMITCH! WHERE ARE YOU GOING? WHERE ON EARTH ARE GOING TO?! ANSWER ME! DON'T YOU DARE BE RUDE TO ME LIKE THAT!"

The air was brisk, but I continued walking. I had no idea where I was walking to, I just know I was walking. I saw a light coming my way, though I didn't know what it was. Because of the fog, the figure was very indistinct. A little lightheaded, I rocked back and forth every time I took a step. The light came closer and closer.

"STOP RIGHT THERE, I'MA GET HURT SOON!" I slurred.

Closer and closer, almost like a train.

Closer and closer.

BANG!

I didn't feel anything anymore. I didn't see any light, no more pain. I still wasn't shifting through the pavements anymore. Everything grew silent. I yelled out, "HELLO!"

No answer.

I called again, still none. Am I dead? I thought. A woman with red hair, like that Avox girl, with wings the size of the width of my bed flew to me. She wore a gray blue dress, no shoes, and it was tied into two braids. Her eyes soften as she saw me and shook her head pitiful.

"Where the hell am I?" I panicked.

"Purgatory," the woman replied.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"Shelly, I'm an angel. Since your dead-"

"I'm dead?! How!?"

"A hovercraft hit you. Now let's go."

"I can't be dead! I need to help the District 12!"

Shelly laughed, unamused. "That's what they all say!"

"Come on please!" I begged.

"Give me one reason why I should let you go."

"Well, Kateeta and Petniss need my help to win the games!"

"First off Haymitch, their name is Katniss and Peeta. Second of all, you lost many times. What makes you so sure that they'll win this time?" Shelly challenged.

"Well I'm trying to sober this year!"

"Alright, but you need to finish a task."

"Anything, I promise."

"Haymitch, you must prove to me that you won't be sarcastic nor caring about yourself. Then, I will let you go. Name any date to prove you have the balls to do this," Shelly said.

"1983, the Hunger Games year," I said.

Shelly looked at me, knowing exactly when I was intending to go to. It was the night when Maysilee Donnor died.