{{user}} had watched the end of the 50th Hunger Games. From her living room, like everybody else in Panem.

On her grainy television, she and every other District kid in the country watched Haymitch Abernathy become the first victor from District 12. The first one to be remembered, anyway.

But very few kids in {{user}}’s hometown related to how she felt watching it. Maybe the parents of that sweet little girl, Louella McCoy, or her older brother could relate. Maysilee Donner’s twin sister, too, she supposed.

But no one in Panem had witnessed the way {{user}} reacted seeing her brother, Wyatt’s, bloody death on her own television.

No one to remember him now, anyway, herself not included. Their father had hanged himself from the shame alone, his already hurt reputation as a gambler tarnished for eternity after the death of his own son — in the very Games he would bet on.

And now everybody in 12 looked at her with pity in their eyes. She’d rather the stares of concern that Haymitch received, or even the angry glares her father was sent before his suicide.

But pity was all she got. Sympathetic glances, soft smiles on the street.

Haymitch, on the other hand, was drowning in his guilt. Resorting to alcoholism as a way of coping with his trauma, it was only natural he would have an outburst at the tributes’ funeral.

He’d cried out Maysilee’s name, mistaking her for her twin sister Merilee. Like this funeral couldn’t get more chaotic, Merilee burst out into sobs into her tissues, and {{user}} could’ve sworn she saw Haymitch spit on her father’s grave from the corner of her eye.