Post by goat on Dec 31, 2014 0:38:28 GMT -5
Abarrane Tovar
age: 14
gender: female
district: 1
Infection took my voice.
I scratch and scratch at the throat and leave rivers of red but there is no sound to be heard. The scars trail down down down past my collarbone and I'm still digging rips into my skin but there is no sound.
My pale eyes are lined with tiredness and my yellow hair lies frizzy from weeks without washing. My skin has paled until it couldn't pale any more. I haven't left my bed in a while. I can't leave my bed. I won't. There's nothing for me outside.
I used to sing. I had a voice. I laughed and chatted and gossiped and it's all gone now. I'm bitter I want it back I want it back now. I want a day where my sister doesn't have to pull me back to my bed after I've runscreaming from a nightmare. She's younger than me, she shouldn't have to care for me.
Yet here we are.
Father tries his best to make me feel better but he makes it all worse. I lay back in my bed and draw the curtains and try to recite the alphabet. I can't. Nothing comes out. I dig and dig my nails into my throat but there are no letters. No words. No sound.
age: 14
gender: female
district: 1
Infection took my voice.
I scratch and scratch at the throat and leave rivers of red but there is no sound to be heard. The scars trail down down down past my collarbone and I'm still digging rips into my skin but there is no sound.
My pale eyes are lined with tiredness and my yellow hair lies frizzy from weeks without washing. My skin has paled until it couldn't pale any more. I haven't left my bed in a while. I can't leave my bed. I won't. There's nothing for me outside.
I used to sing. I had a voice. I laughed and chatted and gossiped and it's all gone now. I'm bitter I want it back I want it back now. I want a day where my sister doesn't have to pull me back to my bed after I've run
Yet here we are.
Father tries his best to make me feel better but he makes it all worse. I lay back in my bed and draw the curtains and try to recite the alphabet. I can't. Nothing comes out. I dig and dig my nails into my throat but there are no letters. No words. No sound.
codeword: odair
faceclaim: ryan simpkins
faceclaim: ryan simpkins
