Gaia Cross D12 DONE

How could you, how could you, how could you hate me?
When all I ever wanted to be was you?
How could you, how could you, how could you love me?
When all you ever gave me were open wounds?

"Can you tell us your name?"

"My name is Gaia Cross"

"Can you tell us how old you are"

"I am 13 years old"

"Can you tell us from which district your from?"

"I'm from district 12"

"Is it nice there?"

"No it's real ugly and poor"

"What are the names of your parents?"

"Isabell and Eragon Cross"

"Do you have any siblings?"

"3 all girls. 1 younger and 2 older"

"Do you like being the middle child?"

"It's okay, but I'm quite often forgotten."

"Do you go to school?"

"Yes it's mandatory"

"Do you like school?"

"No, I don't have many friends"

"And why is that?"

"Because I actually enjoy watching the games."

"Well thank you Gaia, that's all the time we have"

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The cuts on my left forearm stung like never before. The pain didn't seem to want to go away. It just stayed there like a bell ringing on and on. The warm red blood trickled slowly down. I couldn't hold back the tear that was starting to form in my dark eyes. They pressing shut trying to stop the tear from being shed. I know I'm not allowed to show weakness. I have to hold the pain out. I have to win the game.

I could almost see my dad smiling as I try to fight it. I know I could never give him that satisfaction. He has one too many times. I had to win at least once. Once I had to be the best. For once I have to be able to stand the pain of the open wounds he gave me.

My arms are scared from the tests I didn't pass. They are scars from the past tests. he seemed to enjoy my fresh blood trickling down and my eyes begging him for mercy. He seemed to like doing this with all my siblings. He enjoyed our pain, like ti was keeping him alive. He never told our mom, she doesn't know why we are always in this state.

Who is the one giving us the scars? Who is the one challenging us to live with pain? This is the work of my dad. Most people would never be able to imagine an adult beating up a kid. My dad thinks of this as entertainment, and practice for us. He says we will thank him if we ever get reaped.

I don't want to be thankful later. I try to live up to his every word. I try to impress him. I try to be like him. I try to pass the tests, yet I fail. I fail at everything I can't be what he wants me to be even if I try as hard as I can. All I get are wounds that will never heal. A wound strait in my heart.

I just have so many things that disappoint my dad. I don't have his looks, like my sisters. I have my moms orange hair freckles. I have a pointy chin and my face looks like an egg. Jessica, my older sister calls me egghead. I hate being called an egg head. My mom says I shouldn't be mad because egghead can be for someone smart like me. Only I am not smart.

I deal with everything life throws at me. We have to in district 12, we have no choice. We eat whatever there is, even though it is spoiled or rotten. We do what we need to do if we want to survive. I don't live in luxury, but I get to see the games on TV. I don't know why, but unlike everybody else in the district I see the games as an opportunity to show what you're made of. I've seen so much blood and so much of my own blood, that I don't get sick.

Many people think I'm odd, because of that. They steer clear of me. Even my sisters when they talk to me and joke around at home, they never wanted to do anything with me at school, like they were scared that they would catch a contagious disease from me. When I told mom, she would just shrug and tell me it's my problem, like she also didn't want to talk with me.

I don't have a good life. I have a terrible life. Nobody likes me, the only thing that is keeping me alive is the fact that I want to make my dad proud, even though it is an impossible task, I will never be able to complete. I have to try. Someday I will pass one of his test, until that day has come I will be Gaia Cross. The girl with no one that likes her. No one will ever pay attention to a middle child with the name of Gaia Cross.

FC: Michelle Von Treuberg
Lyrics: Open wounds by Skillet
Codeword: oDair
Other: Sorry, it sucks