Rahnee Starr {7}

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{ a g e :: 1 6 }
{ g e n d e r :: f e m a l e }
{ d i s t r i c t :: 7 }
{ s e x u a l i t y :: b i s e x u a l }

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[/color]Blonde hair; blue eyes. It ran in the family for as long as she could remember. Her mother had had blonde hair and blue eyes, her father too. Her brother was slightly different though, instead of having the classic blonde hair, he has a slightly darker shade- but none the less still identifiable as a Starr, for all of them, it was like their own identification tool. Someone walks down the street with blonde hair and startling blue eyes you automatically thought of the Starr family. Her hair is long, reaching down past her shoulders, running like a fountain down her back. Unlike the people of the Capitol, her hair is not lushes and healthy, it is dry and thin, from a lack of food, from a lack of nutrition. But her hair was not the only thing that showed the lack of nutrition. Her body showed it too. She was so thin, so very thin Every rib, each one of them were visible under the skin that coated her body. She had fare skin, as pale as snow- so pure, so innocent.

Freckles lightly dusted the bridge of her nose, trailing over the fare skin of her cheek. People used to tell her that they made her look cheeky, make her look like that child who was up to no good. That child who was always sneaking around a grin of mischief painted on her thin lips, but that was years ago- years back when she was happy, when she was content with the life that she lived. But all has changed, all has not been the same for two years now, and she wasn’t going to be the one to change it back.

She has always been a rather small girl- the smallest in her class every year. Sometimes she is mistaken for that year seven or eight that always seems slightly more mature that normal. Her height has always been a problem for her; she would be teased about it, mocked about it. In the corridors people would walk past her and whisper things, small little hurtful things, in her ear about how short she was. But she didn’t mind- who needed these people anyway? Not when she was the girl she was. What you saw on the outside- this weak pathetic, but rather adorable girl, was not what you got when you took the chance to get to know her. She was evil- a girl who was filled with darkness, hate and sorrow.

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Template credits to Zoe <3

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{ a g e :: 1 6 }
{ g e n d e r :: f e m a l e }
{ d i s t r i c t :: 7 }
{ s e x u a l i t y :: b i s e x u a l }

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[/color]I didn’t mean too. It was a mistake. I had thought- I had really thought- that if I got rid of her, that it would all stop, that I would be free, that I would be sane. But It didn’t stop, they kept coming. Haunting my sleeping hours, haunting my waking hours. And what is worse, is that she is with them her sad eyes boring into mine. She knew I killed her. She knew it had been me- no matter how careful and sly I had thought I was… she knew I was the one who had stolen her life…. I regret it, I really do… and I miss her, I miss the comfort, the security she used to bring to me. She had never done anything to hurt me, always had been there. Why? Why had I killed her? the one person who cared for me?

But then, the next morning, she was with them. Her face as pale as snow, water dripping from her body. I had almost screamed out, my whole body tensing. She had looked at me, and at that moment I had known. Known that she knew- that she would never forgive me. It was at that moment that the tears slid silently down my cheeks. It was at that moment when I realise just what I had done. I had killed her. The person who brought me into this world. The person who would have jumped in front of a bullet for me if it meant that I would live a day longer. She was the person who has stood by me, day and night, as the souls of the dead shouted and screamed in my ears. She had been the only person to believe me. He- my father- had thought I was totally insane. He had ditched the family, fearing what it would look bad for him to be with a woman who had a child who was out of her mind. But Mother hadn’t left. She had stayed. She had sat by my bed as I slept- trying ever so desperately to scare the restless souls away.

But I had killed her. I had just slit her throat, thinking, in some messed up way, that she was the reason, that she was why these people where haunting me. I had blamed her. Blamed her that my life was nothing more than just a harbour of the souls who don’t get to rest in peace like others. My life, was just an anchor point for them, where they would whisper things in my era, or scream in pain, in agony- causing me to scream to. It was like, anything they did, I did too. If they were in pain, I was in pain. If they had some secrete to whisper in my ear, I would do the same, mumbling to myself. People thought I was insane. They thought I was nuts. Maybe I was, maybe all these people I saw were just my imagination. But they felt so real, so very real.

I didn’t want to believe I was insane. But maybe that was just it. I was that insane girl of District seven.[/justify]
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Template credits to Zoe <3