May Rhodes-d9-done
May 26, 2014 3:26:37 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on May 26, 2014 3:26:37 GMT -5
May Rhodes
Female
District nine
District nine
sixteen years of age
Codeword:odair
Codeword:odair
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Dreams can be so vivid. A small girl takes the hand of her older sister and their lives change. But that's getting a head of myself. I was five years old when my world shattered to pieces. I still don't know why things happened the way they did and why it had to be us. I remember even though I wish I could forget. Forget the blood the lack of tears and spoken words. The silent understanding. There was no need to talk we knew. We knew what we needed. Okay so my sister was seven the other about three. One could say none of us understood anything at the time. We were innocent.
Dreams can be so vivid. A small girl takes the hand of her older sister and their lives change. But that's getting a head of myself. I was five years old when my world shattered to pieces. I still don't know why things happened the way they did and why it had to be us. I remember even though I wish I could forget. Forget the blood the lack of tears and spoken words. The silent understanding. There was no need to talk we knew. We knew what we needed. Okay so my sister was seven the other about three. One could say none of us understood anything at the time. We were innocent.
The dream, the nightmare plagues me. It send me into either fits of rage or panic. I become silent for days. See when I was five I walked into what had been a seemingly loving home to find my mother dead. My sisters and I we had been coming home from school. My elder sister knew something was up when mom didn't answer us. I took her hand and we walked in. All I can remember is the blood. I can't even remember my mother's face. I don't remember if I screamed. I know I called out for dad once but he wasn't there either. Everything went into chaos and my conscious mind goes blank and the rest becomes an eerie dream.
A lady in a blue dress is the next vivid thing that comes to mind. She is crying as she says our dad did it. I know my eyes go wide. I know I want to scream but I don't. I just wanna know why he did it. Then we are all staring out of a window. The next thing I know is all of it even my sisters are gone and I wake in a dark room grasping for a brother that is no longer there.
I was put from the orphanage into a loving family but I was never sure I fit in. I at least looked a little more like the people who adopted me. My darker hair, was messy like my father's and not ever easy to tame. It usually goes up into a french braid. Then there is the fact that my eyes are slightly darker in color. I stand at about five feet but I haven't measured in ages. The family I live with has...had a son. He was the reason they adopted me. They wanted him to have a sibling to play with. At first he didn't get why I wouldn't let him touch me or talk. It took him about two years to finally get me talking. As a matter of fact his parents called me hard to handle because of it. Still they taught me and tried to remind me what love was. The wanted me to feel safe. I don't but I pretend. I am good at pretending.
My older brother in this seemingly happy family was the only one I would talk to. He would be at my side the instant I woke up from a dreaming screaming names. He would stay until I fell asleep again. Then even he was taken from me. He was called in the reaping one year. He said he would come back. He promised me he would but I saw it. I saw how he died. I locked myself away. It took massive amounts of coaxing to get me out of the room we shared. I was still so young. Well to say the least I became even harder to handle. He taught me how to play rough and how to fight. So I just get into trouble almost constantly.
I was put from the orphanage into a loving family but I was never sure I fit in. I at least looked a little more like the people who adopted me. My darker hair, was messy like my father's and not ever easy to tame. It usually goes up into a french braid. Then there is the fact that my eyes are slightly darker in color. I stand at about five feet but I haven't measured in ages. The family I live with has...had a son. He was the reason they adopted me. They wanted him to have a sibling to play with. At first he didn't get why I wouldn't let him touch me or talk. It took him about two years to finally get me talking. As a matter of fact his parents called me hard to handle because of it. Still they taught me and tried to remind me what love was. The wanted me to feel safe. I don't but I pretend. I am good at pretending.
My older brother in this seemingly happy family was the only one I would talk to. He would be at my side the instant I woke up from a dreaming screaming names. He would stay until I fell asleep again. Then even he was taken from me. He was called in the reaping one year. He said he would come back. He promised me he would but I saw it. I saw how he died. I locked myself away. It took massive amounts of coaxing to get me out of the room we shared. I was still so young. Well to say the least I became even harder to handle. He taught me how to play rough and how to fight. So I just get into trouble almost constantly.
I don't look for trouble it just usually finds me. If a fight happens I have to end it. I tend to be able to take care of healing my own wounds too. Battle scars that I am proud and not proud of. Finally after what has seemed like forever I get to go to school and experience the things I was only told about before my brother left me.
I am afraid of making friends. I just know in the end they will leave me. However I can look for and possibly find my sisters there. I need to see them and know they are okay. I need to know this to the very fiber of my soul. i will find them if it takes all my life to do it. I have to protect them. to make up for what dad did. I look so much like him after all. They may not want to see me. Still I have to do something.if I don't protect them who will.
(I think that is everything)
(I think that is everything)
