Effie/Haymitch (Hunger Games Triology) - Night Terrors [complete]
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The walls of the makeshift shacks were too thin to miss the sound. There was no chance that the rest of the settlement couldn’t hear the guttural shrieks, but they were going on ignored. Everyone in that area had heard too much already, and they were too exhausted with their own trials to give much thought to anyone else’s.
Effie simply could not stand it. She knew who the shack belonged too, and she felt that it was her duty to inform him that he was causing a disturbance. She paced in front of the building for several minutes, heels clicking on the concrete with every sharp step before she shook her head firmly and pushed past the cardboard door.
Haymitch’s eyes showed her that he was still asleep, but he was shaking on the sofa, his hands clasped around his stomach. The room filled with a low keening sound that was punctured every so often with a cry that was too sharp, too ragged to be a conscious one. Effie’s hands stilled in mid-air. She had assumed that he was in one of his tempers, that his tap had run dry again and he was taking it out on his surroundings, but she had not prepared a curt, clipped comment for this.