Paint it {with blood} Red | {New Panem Patriots}

.: CHASKE PARKS :.
{district nine : 69th tribute}

So far it feels like I'll journey through the arena alone. All by myself worrying about nobody else. Not having to trust a single person. It makes life so much easier only trusting myself because nobody else is worthy of it. Not a single person in the world. Father didn't care that I trusted him. He didn't care that my affection for him was more than he gave me. All that happened was the brutal hands pounding against my face over and over, or the words. "You're worthless, Chaske! You're fucking worthless. That's all I am. Worthless. Nobody needs me, and I'm best for myself.

Yet I still find myself standing in the training center fooling around. An axe rests gently in my hand. One like the one I held when the guy from six confronted me after I insulted him of course. It still brings laughter to my lips the way he said 'my name's not motherfucker.' Everyone here has that name. Names don't have any meaning anymore. It's a symbol of life. We're born into the world without a name until the mother and father place a name. And when we die, our name exists no more. Just like everyone else buried six feet under the ground, my name will be forgotten. So will every one else who dies. Families will forget and move on if they even have a family.

That's the thing. Nobody knows what another person is like. My family doesn't deserve my name. They don't deserve to say I'm their relative because all my life I was a fucking servant. No matter what I did, they took over. They swept through my life in the midst of the night swiping my childhood away. Every little thing that went wrong was placed upon my fragile shoulders. Gritting my teeth I force myself to stare at the dummy.

And the face changes.

It's no longer a nameless face. It belongs to my father. A large grin plasters against my face as I bring the axe down slicing completely through the arm. Yes. Yes. We need more. My eyes narrow as rage sores through my veins wrapping it's chains around my body slowly consuming my life. All I want is to kill him. To end his life like he ended mine. My own childhood. Him and my mother. Every fucking one of them. I turn towards the rest of the dummies and all the faces turn into the face of my family.

Mother.

Father.

Chance.

Sister.

Everyone of them stand before me. And I swing the axe as hard as I can hitting the dummy so hard the vibrations jolt through my arm and the handle of the axe leaves my hand crashing towards the ground.

And all I can do is laugh.