"ME?" (OPEN)

OOC: I have no idea ^.^
Fareeda
"Oh I don't blame you for beating me up." I smiled sadly. "Everyone does. Plus it's-"
I heard the front door open and closed my eyes waiting for what I knew would come. I heard my bedroom door open and the sigh emanating from my dad. "
"Another one Ree. Seriously. These kids beat you up and you bring them in and take care of them. Every last one. They deserved what they got and you shouldn't take pity on them."
I heard him turn away from the door and I smiled sheepishly at Joshua. "One sec."
I got up and went out the door.
"Dad-" I said pleadingly.
"No Ree. You know how I feel about you bringing them in here. They don't deserve it. They beat you up and you didn't even do anything."
"Dad, you know I don't blame them. It's the Capitol I blame. The kids who beat me up don't know anything different which is why they beat me up. They don't know any different." I pushed a lock of hair out of my face and said, "I have to go make sure the wounds stopped bleeding."
I smiled at him then turned around and went back through the door to my room.
"Hi..." I said, "I hope you didn't hear any of that."

Fareeda
"I'd love to but I've never actually done that before. I promise I wont scare the game away at least. I've learned to walk really quiet so no one will notice me."
Then I thought about something and said, "I'll be right back." I stood up and went to the door. The room was so small it only took me two steps. "Feel free to look at some of the books."
I stepped out and headed to the only bathroom in the house. When I got there I locked the door behind me and looked in the mirror.
I lifted my shirt a little to check the bruise on my ribs. Ow.
This might be the biggest bruise I've ever gotten. It covered the whole left side of my rib cage and was a sickly black/purple color.
I grimaced and poked it.
It hurt. Really bad. I don't know how I didn't notice before.
I grabbed some bruise stuff from under the sink and spread it around the center of the bruise. If I tried to cover the whole bruise I would probably run out. I pulled my shirt back down and sat on the floor leaning my head against the door.
I felt like I was going to faint or puke or something. This always happened. I kept the nausea and pain locked inside until after the fact.Then my body went through a release of the feelings and I usually threw up after wards.
This bruise hurt so bad though I was pretty sure I was going to pass out or something. I brushed a hand across my fore-head and took a deep breath.

Fareeda
"Yes but what does that actually do? That doesn't change anything. So you sacrifice yourself to save the life of one boy does that stop the Capitol from choosing another one next year. No you just die along with the other 23." I gesture around at all the books stacked in piles.
"These people actually did something. They didn't except what the world told them they looked reality in the face and told said that it was wrong. They were people who decided to rise above the norm. What are we though? Were kids forced to kill each other. That's the norm for 23 kids. The 1 is the exception. If that 1 could do something maybe others would listen."
I sighed and closed my eyes. "I would be that one but...." I smirked, "I'm not exactly built for that."