Demiter Jefferey <finished>

Slowly I flutter my eyes open to see if the morning sun has rose from it's sleep - I guessed not because it was still dim in my bedroom

Walking slowly in the sea of people, some were rushing to work, others with friends, and I think I saw people sleeping in the side walk because of their drunkenness, everything was a blur but me. I like to take things slow, mellow is how some people would say I am, when everything is in a rush or in panic, I'm the only one who can stay calm. I smile at the thought of when my step-mom ask me to do something fast I take it real slow. "Walk fast!" she says "You look like a turtle. And keep your back straight and your chin up. Yes that is how a lady would walk." everything I do she critiques it. One wrong move then her mouth goes BLAH BLAH BLAH, but I don't heed to anything she says - but it hurts inside - I just follow it then she shuts up. I only follow her for the sake of my father who I dearly loved, he's the only family I have got now and I love him very much. I would do anything just to make him happy, even if it means I have to put up with my step mom I will do it just so my dad could be happy. "Demi, Wait up!" someone said disturbing my deep thoughts, stopping to find out who it was I slowly turn to look behind me if the voice was coming from there. A girl was running running towards me wearing a jacket and jeans, it was Jane my best friend. She comes to a complete halt right next to me, "Wow that was a long run from home?" she said with a smug smile while breathing deeply, smiling at her comment I just nodded and continued walking towards the school building. Well for the record I want to tell everyone that Jane is the total opposite of me - I don't even know how we became best friends - she's the sporty type and I'm the one who wants to stay at the bleachers watching. "Trouble with home, Demi?" her voice breaks my train of thought, "Oh it's nothing it's just that her ranting gets annoying sometimes." I tell her "I know how you feel." She starts but I cut her short "Jane could you please pick up that trash there and give it to me?" I tell her because I never want to see trash anywhere but in the trash bin. She strides towards the trash, pick it up and hands it to me.

"Thanks best!" I tell her with a smile, keeping the piece of paper to my back pack's pocket to throw later when I see a trash can. "Demi I don't know why you bother with picking up trash that ain't yours?" she tells me with annoyance in her voice. "Because Hannah my step mom says it's bad to throw trash anywhere." I tell her with my scolding tone, "I don't know why you listen to that bitch -" "WATCH YOUR MOUTH JANE!" cutting her short because of her language. "Sorry mom!" telling me mockingly "but seriously she's such a B-", giving her my deadly stare before she could finish "Witch. You didn't let me finish." she said looking at her toes feeling guilty for what she said. Looking at her face I suddenly feel guilty why I screamed at her, "Jane I'm so sorry if I'm being such a witch. I had a rough morning okay, she kept critiquing everything I do, even the way I eat." saying as tears streamed down my face. I try to be the perfect daughter but I can't, I can't handle being judged by people, especially my step mom because she's really frank with me, and some of her attitude begins to rub off towards me. Her being frank, thinking that everything I say is right, I'm slowly losing track of who I really am because of her. I can't handle all her annoying comments on how I dress how I eat ad even how I walk! Who wouldn't get crazy because of that, stopping myself from walking I sit near the fence of a house and hug my knees covering my face full of tears. Jane sits next to me and begins a sermon "Demi I know life is hard some times but we just have to go through it" "But I can't handle judgement, and you know that. Being judged is my only weakness." I tell her somewhat showing her part of my soul to my best friend. I never felt this vulnerable before. "It's okay, just cry it all out" she said in a comforting tone that makes me cry because I never hear that at home whenever I have a problem because I want to look worry free at home because I don't want my dad to be sad because I'm sad. I want everyone to always be really happy, even if it means that I will have to keep everything that hurts inside and never let it out. Realizing that I was already braking down and a lot of people were watching me - I bet they're saying what's wrong with that girl she's really weak - with confused expressions, getting kinda ashamed I gathered all my might and quickly stand up. "Jane don't tell anyone about my brake down please." telling her while I wiped my tears, I never wanted anyone to see me like this I want them to see me as a strong girl who's never afraid of anything life will hit her with - but I don't think I can hold on any longer - but that's not what I was showing. I break down at dire times like this when pressure is high, I could never handle pressure well ever since my mom died. "Sure Demi." She said as she rubbed my back as an act of comfort one last time, then she let goes - everyone does eventually - . That's why I never learned to trust people to much only selected people - namely my dad and Jane - I don't trust them with my inner most secrets until they have proven themselves to me.

I also have secret motives, I try to steal other kids childhood by doing what my step mom does to me. Discipline. That word is what my childhood was full of discipline this, discipline that, do thins not that, this is right that is wrong. Everything is wrong in her eyes, when I play with dolls she says to stop because they are non living things and they are worthless. When I play outside with my friends she always calls me back in to teach me table manners and all - which is a whole load of CRAP - things that she thinks are important but really are not. She filled my head with all this things that people don't even care about. But I don't fight back because then we'd get into a really big clash - and you know me I hate fights - which will take forever to fix and my dad would get in the middle of it. So, a feud is never the answer. Manners was all she taught me and discipline! - What was she thinking she could have taught me how to make dresses like what my mom did to me before - . Ever since her death I started making clothes out of the wool or any fabric my father brings home some of the fabrics he sells, but if he can spare a few wool or cotton or any fabric I can make clothes with he brings it home and gives it to me for my clothing. When I make clothes I always remember my mom making clothes for me when I was little, how I used to help her make them, how much we had fun. Everything was perfect before my mom died. But when that she witch came into my dad's life she made my life a living hell, but to my dad she looked like the perfect wife. True she was beautiful but her attitude sucks a lot - I'm using inappropriate language - She's so Bitchy - Oh my God I used the b word - and she dosen't know how to raise a child properly, I bet she doesn't even know the meaning of the words care and love all she knows is discipline and manners. Consumed in all my anger I didn't notice that we had arrived in school already until, "DEMI!" Jane hissed "Hurry up or else we're gonna be late!"

We slowly hurriedly walk towards the building, worrying that we might not get in time - crap crap crap my step mom said that I would get late eventually, wow that's the only thing she got right - . We head for our lockers which was right next to each other. "God! Demi my mom is gonna kill me if she finds out I'm late!" she said with panic, "How do you think mine would react?!" giving her my worried look. Quickly I open my locker, taking my bag out I shove it in and withdrew my history book, The History of Panem, I never really liked this book it talks about wars - which I really hate, because I never liked violence and I always try to stop fights - which is a reason why I don't read it that much, I only read it when I have homework about it or a pop quiz. I take out my second book which is a personal favorite of mine, a copy of 100 Unforgettable Dresses by Rubenstein, Hal, it's a book on beautiful dresses made in the dark days and it's also for my Home economics class, I'm trying to follow most of the clothes found in this book. My teacher in H.E praises me for all the wonderful work I do to do an exact replica of the dresses.

I gather all the books in my hands and shut my locker. "Demi, let's hurry" Jane says as she was running down the hall towards our class, walking briskly to the room I notice that I forgot a pen in my bag. "I'll just borrow from Jane" I told myself confidently. I arrive in the door way of the room and saw that the teachers desk was empty. I made it just in time no scolding tonight - YES! - good nights rest is all that is waiting for me. I step in and went to to the seat next to Jane, "Wow demi luck is on our side today." she said with a big happy smile, she has no idea how happy I am. The final bell rings, alerting every student that if your not in your class room your already late, Our teacher then enters the classroom. "Good day class read pages 100 - 150 and prepare for a pop quiz tomorrow, for now just read the pages I told you too and prepare for an activity afterwards." He says then takes a seat in his chair and takes out an apple and begins munching it loudly. Placing my book on my desk I begin reading.

Page 100
The Battle
The general of the panem empire started a barricade in the capitol. The great grandfather of President snow told his general to set camp there because it was the central place in Panem, he knew that the rebels would attack the "heart" of Panem. As the sun rose from the east, so did the rebels, there were rebels from each district but there were more people from district 13. Coming from the woods they charged, so did the soldiers from the capitol. But the past president had other things in stored for them. A nuclear bomb. He knew he had to sacrifice people to get peace even if it meant to sacrifice his most loyal of supporters, his general. He made someone from District 13 make the bomb, a spy if you will. He ordered his men to use the bomb. So they did, millions of people died because of it, rebels and soldiers a like. Little portion of the capitol was infected by nuclear radiation. There was hunger, distress, and DEATH...

Stopping to relax myself from the gruesome events of our past. I try blinking rapidly - I don't know why - to get rid of my horrible imaginations. Everything was so horrible back then, wars, blood - STOP! - . I can't think, I can't breath. Feeling lightheaded I hear my name being called. I see black, nothing but endless darkness, and then I felt myself passing out from this world to eternal darkness.

I was floating in a dark vortex where I saw stars and worm wholes towards episodes of my past. Each was clearly lined and all was in proper order, hoverring past each one to see weather or not I should watch it, deciding that I should watch everything in order, I fly towards the time I was being brought to this world:

It was a cold dark rainy day. I saw that my mom was cooking in our kitchen, walking towards the window I see her familiar features her pale skin just like mine, her blonde hair like mine except that it was not frizzy it was all nice and tidy, in a pony tail too. I touched the window and to my surprise it went past the solid glass, thinking that I could walk into my house using the wall I tried and to my amazement it worked. I saw the familiar setting of the kitchen. Everything was the same except that it was my mom cooking not the wicked witch Hannah. She was cooking a familiar dish, it was pork chop, my dad's favorite. I heard someone coming down the stairs and I saw my dad. He was smiling and all, no worry from his face, nothing but pure joy.

"Honey!" he said
"In the kitchen dear" she replied
"How are you feeling?"
"I have to tell you something"
"That's wonderful! I have to prepare everything, the room and all."
"Honey relax, there's still nine months."she said with a laugh at the end.
"And I love you very much." he said to her sweetly as he approached her and kissed her.
"I Love you too."
My parents are so sweet, I wish I still had my mom.

And then I felt everything rush past me, all was a blur but me. The temperature then felt very cold. Feeling a shiver run down my back and I rubbed my fore arm as if it could heat up my entire body. I was starting to feel like I was frozen, my hair started to stick together and freeze, I could see my breath and every breath I take are forced. I can't inhale and exhale properly, it's like I was running a marathon. Then everything stopped:

I was back in front of my house. It was bright and sunny, hearing a shrill cry of pain I wondered if it was coming from my home. Running through the doors, I look left and right but then I heard it again, this time coming from the second floor. Dashing up the stairs I saw a locked room. I walked through it and saw my parents.

"Darling push!" my dad said as he was holding my mom's hand.
"I AM!!! UGGHHHH" she said angrily.
"It's coming out!" the doctor said, he made a small tug and "It's a girl!"
"Oh God" my mom said out of breath, "Let me see her?"
the doctor brought the baby to my mom.
"What are you gonna name her?" my dad asked
"Demeter." she said smiling
"The name of her grandmother who loved food. Wonderful name." The doctor said.

Everything be came a blur again, I prepared my self for all the sensations that I will feel. I tried to somewhat swim to make it faster and it worked. I didn't feel any chill anymore, maybe it had something to do with moving my muscles.

I was back in my house but this time I was in my bedroom, which was weird since I would always end up outside my house in my past two trips. I walk out of my room and looked for what I was suppose to see. Seeing nothing happening in the 2^nd floor. Walking down the stairs I hear a conversation going on. It was between me and my mom. I was six years old.

"Mom what are you doing?" I asked innocently.
"I'm sewing a dress for you" she said smiling
"Could you teach me?"
"Sure Demi come here."
She took my tiny hands and made it do loops and knots and everything else.
"Mom this is fun."
"I know Demi, I know."

Then I went fast forward again. This time never stopping. I saw scenes from when my mom died because of a maniac who killed her while she was shopping, the sadness in my face, the look of despair my dad had plastered on his face. Then it was nothing again empty black portals to God knows where. then it slowed down again, this time it was the time Hannah arrived, the time my life went down hill. Every lesson she taught me was shown, every tear that drooped from my face was their. I felt nothing but despair and anger. I never wanted her to be in my life. My life became a living nightmare because of her. Nothing she taught me was useful, I saw me having a book on my head so that I won't slouch when I walk, another was me being hit because I made a comeback to her. She treating me like I'm some kind of pet to have fun with. Well it wasn't for me. I wanted this flash backs to stop. I wanted all to end. I don't want to feel everything all over again, I had enough. I place my hands onto my head and scream, not just a normal scream but a scream that you could hear from an asylum. A crazy man's scream then Everything went dark again.