The Reaping District 11

The Reaping District 11 Jan 20, 2010 17:26:54 GMT -5

Post by NoireRose on Jan 20, 2010 17:26:54 GMT -5

Evangeline stood patiently, waiting to see the two tributes of District 11. She always had to make medicine for depression when the reapings came around. While looking around at all of the people she spotted most of the regulars that came to her. She then ran through the list of people that she knew were bedridden. While looking through the hordes of people, she has finally found her father holding onto little Kierra who was sucking on her thumb trying to hold back the tears already. Her eyes traveled to her other siblings and she sighed. Why can't they be more like mother?.... Suddenly it was the girl's turn to be reaped, she clenched her fists and kept a straight face. Watching the woman drop the piece of paper and then pick it up and read the name, "Evangeline Karbajal."

She got up and walked over to the stage. Her face was still emotionless, she looked at those people watching her. More importantly she looked at the people whose family or friends had died in her arms. She remembered the day, her sister died in her arms.....She researched the faces, some were sad; while others almost seemed glad. She thought of all of the people that were bedridden, the people that were sick, the people that were always getting hurt, and all the people that would die. She made eye contact with most of them, they showed her sorrow in their eyes, she had changed their lives for the better and now this is her punishment. Most of the peacekeepers hated her for healing the ill and wounded.

I deserve this, to die, for letting all of those others die in my own hands too. And most importantly, for letting one of my own family members die right there in my hands and me not being able to do anything about it. She expected this to be her fate. Ever since the time she went asleep; the nightmares haunted her, she paced the floors at night trying to get rid of them, she double checked on her patients and her family. She still couldn't go to sleep unless she had nightmares, all of those nightmares of death and her family.

The next morning she found herself covered in sweat and crying when she woke up. Her mother had told her that whenever you have a nightmare so extreme that you cry, others will cry to. Also if you sweat in the nightmare, something bad will happen. Then there was one last thing, if you harm yourself while sleeping then something will happen to you. Right when Eva woke up she pulled off the covers and saw blood on her sheets, she had scratched herself in her sleep. Unfortunately, the moment she awoke it was the day of the reaping, she knew she would be chosen, and little did she know her mother was right.

It was her time to die...

Within the time it took for the announcer to walk over to the boy's bowl and picked out a name, Eva had already looked over at her family's expression. Most had sadness in their eyes, but one had caught her eye in particular. Little Kierra, she was still sucking on her thumb, yet tears were already streaking her face. Her father had let her down to stand on her own while he held the other children for a little while letting them soak his shirt in their tears. Kierra was shaking, both because she was trying so hard to hold back her tears and sadness along with fear but because she was shivering in the cold. Eva looked at her father, his eyes were blank and black. She knew he couldn't support the family all by himself, he would probably pay one of the other district people to baby sit them and then go into the forests to sulk or something.

Suddenly she snapped back to the reaping just in time to hear the boy that was going to be chosen. "Prenten Sichian." Eva tried to remember if she had seen him in the fields. She had seen him a couple time but she never really talked to him, at times she would watch the workers to see how they worked; to understand how to heal them better and to learn how to work faster and better. She remembered watching him several times, considering both of them were the same age.

She watched Prenten come up to the stage, and started to look at him from head to toe. He surely could kill me... She ignored the woman's talking and went back to observe the faces of District 11. She could spot my family easily, her father already had dark circles around his eyes along with his eyes being red. Kierra switched the thumbs she was sucking on and held on to her father's hand. Eva saw her father lean down and give her siblings all different hankerchiefs. She could tell it was just to make sure that they would be quite.

Eva looked at her fellow tribute and looked in the direction he was looking and spotted a man and a girl. They must be his family Finally it was time to go, she was first to follow the woman, while leaving she looked at my family quickly and looked down at the ground. For a moment she turned back to see what Prenten would do, he waved to his family she guessed. When she looked closely at his face she saw something, after a few moments she finally realized what it was, determination. Something she knew she, herself didn't have to win the games.

Eva formed a mental image of the good times, before her mother died, before her sibling died in her arms, before she was picked to be a tribute, and with those thoughts she formed an image of her family in her mind. That perfect image that she could never see, touch, or love ever again, that image was of her family.

Soon after that image faded away from her mind she went through her mind, making a list of all of the emotions she felt and made ways to conquer them. Making sure she showed nothing on her face, but instead keep them all inside her heart....