}the pretty lies, the ugly truth{ | (dars)

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Pale streaks of sunlight slip through my curtains and dance upon my eyelids, summoning me to arise from the beautiful nightmares that plague my mind. I rise up and rub my eyes with a faint yawn, whilst my straggly locks of coppery-blonde hair fall down my broad[/color][/s] bony shoulders in delicate waves. I tuck a rather annoying lock behind my ear with a sleepy grunt. I then remove my hands from my face and adjust the white tank-top that I slumbered in, which is surprisingly[/i] loose upon my massive[/i] dainty form.

My brown eyes blink sheepishly as I recall the scene that appeared behind my eyelids last night. I had seen Opal, my ever so serene sister[/color], with a flaming sword in her hands that burned with a fierce intensity as her brown locks swayed in the breeze. Her face was tense with a snarl, and she had lunged off of her strong legs with a powerful battle-cry. However, instead of lunging towards the District Nine female like she did on the television-set last night, she had charged at me.[/color]

My hair flew in the wind as the fog surrounded my sister and I, and though I knew that death was coming my way[/color], I had found myself spreading my arms and smiling. I had tilted my head upwards and smiled at the invisible sky that hid behind the thick fog. And, in that fragile moment when my sister's blade sliced through my neck and set me aflame, I swear I heard harmony in the far off distance.[/color]

With a shake of my head, I bring myself back into the depressingly boring reality that is my life. Honestly, losing my head and getting encased with brilliant flames would be a much[/color] welcome thrill to the chain of events that have been occurring as of late. Not only have I been growing apart from Beryl more and more, Pyrite seems to enjoy venting her ever so plentiful anger on me. My life is like an amateur ballerina's dance, didn't you know? It is in need of some majorly exciting moves and twists and twirls.[/color] Then again, attending Emerald's funeral and watching Opal get reaped soon after was[/color] rather thrilling.

Swinging my legs off the side of my bed, I push myself up into a standing position and stretch. I scan my eyes across my rather unappealing and empty room, until they land on the mirror that sits in the corner. A large piece of paper is taped over the reflective surface, which causes a gentle giggle to fall from my lips. Wasn't it ever so thrilling to hide from the things that petrified you?

With another yawn that slowly drips from my throat, I make my way into my restroom. There is a mirror there, as well. A mirror that I didn't have enough paper to cover.[/color] So, in an attempt to stop myself from seeing the thing that continued to break me daily, I keep my eyes plastered on the light green wall in front of me. My fellow District One citizens would try to convince you that mirrors are the greatest creation ever, or that beauty is everything, but they're just damn liars.[/color]

My curious eyes beg to peek at my reflection, but I refuse them the luxury. I pull back the wrinkled shower-curtain that encase my bathtub and start a flow of warm water, before heading out of the restroom and to my closet to gather a set of clothes. Armed with only a warm and black sweater, denim pants, underclothes, socks, and a pair of black sneakers, I walk back into the restroom, where my deepest fears awaited me[/color].

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I now sit in the Fray Family Training Center, as perfect figures and pretty faces train all around me. I smile at the throwing knife in my hands, feeling a dizzying delight towards its dark-gray blade that doesn't show any reflections[/color]. I also giggle with pride, due to the fact that I had managed to dodge looking at my reflection[/color] whilst getting ready earlier on in the day. I probably looked like a mangy street-rat among statuesque Gods and Goddesses, but that's old news, my friend.[/color]

I look around at all of the technologically-advanced equipment, and I question why I am even here. My family has its very own training center inside our house's walls, and we're certainly just as good as the Fray family[/color]. Perhaps, in all truth, me coming here is both a reward and a vacation, all together. A reward for not being so hard on myself lately, and a vacation from the ugly truths that wanted to to change that.

Standing up on flabby[/i][/color] narrow legs, I stretch and toss the knife back and forth in my hands. I didn't care about the possibility of it cutting my fingers, because I'm already such a broken thing[/color], and giggled as I did it. Maybe, just maybe, the beautiful people surrounding me wouldn't care that I was some horrifically massive[/i] terribly skinny girl whose soft giggles sounded like a delicately eerie musical note from a broken[/color] violin. And, of course, I am[/color] a Shore, in all technicality. I guess that means I'm just as good as all of these lovely and blessed fools that have the pleasure of being proud of their faces.

Or, perhaps, that's just a pretty little lie.[/color][/color]

the wasted years, the wasted youth
the pretty lies, the ugly truth

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and the day has come
where i have died
only to find i've come alive[/center]
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Table/Template: Zoe
Lyrics: Teen Idle - Marina and the Diamonds
FC: Hannah Murray

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