Flash Arlington |Avox| {done}

How could this happen to me
I made my mistakes

{Name} Jett Arlington
{Nickname} Flash
{Age} Twenty-Three
{Status} Avox
{Gender} Male

Blood drips from a blade glistening in the light. My blood. Fingers dropped towards the ground with a silent thud leaving stumps with blood spewing in every direction. Fire shot throughout my entire body. Gritted teeth bared down against one another fighting back the screams of torture as the peacekeeper dressed in all white stared me down like a predator about to pounce in the midst of a night. A lion searching for a lost sheep in the midst of a field. Water forms at his lips as he looks at me wondering what else he can do to break me. To make me cry out in pain. To scream for mercy. To confess to something I never did. He might think he's stronger, and that the mere pain could break me, but it would take much, much more.

Begging went against how my parents raised me. A crime was meant for punishment, and until the punishment was done, I had to sit back and take it. Mother and Father cared for me and my brother. They made sure we always had exactly what we needed in order to survive, yet it wasn't until recently I understood what they had done. Stealing from the shops. Poaching in the Capitol woods. Breaking the law in every way possible so we could survive. They knew what would happen. It never stopped them. Fear never passed before their eyes as they ran a gentle hand through my short brown hair. Bright blue eyes reflected back at me as I stood staring out the window watching them leave. I always knew they might not make it back home, but a full stomach took away any fear that ran wild through my body. I was young and innocent.

Another finger fell towards the ground with a silent thud, and I knew he wanted me to scream. To give him the satisfaction so he knew his torture was working, and it was, but I refused to show signs of weakness, yet when the knife came closer and closer to my skin, I flinched moving away. A grin of satisfaction spread across his lips as blood sprayed everywhere. A piece of art formed against the floor as my blood pooled beneath my feet. I fought against the restraints on the chair struggling to get away, but it didn't work. It hurt. It was the worse pain imaginable. Even worse than finding my parents hanging from the rafters in the middle of the kitchen. My brother screamed calling for me. He begged, pleaded, and I ran towards him as fast as my legs would carry me. Staggering along the way tripping over my feet until I was in the same room as him staring at my parents with a rope tied around their necks. Dead. They killed themselves.

I've got no where to run
The night goes on

Gloved hands rip my shoes from my feet. Every single hair stands on end as ugly grey socks are pulled away. If removing several of my fingers weren't enough, this will surely put them over the edge. I'm moving away. Squirming. Gritting my teeth. Finally begging. Pleading with them to stop. To not hurt me anymore. To just end my life and take my pain away. My story never mattered. They didn't care that I told my brother to run away for his own safety because I knew this would happen, yet that's a simple part they'll never find out. My lips are sealed to protect him from the same fate lurking before me. The blade slices through my skin, and my teeth are gritted as tears stain my cheeks. For the first time since they took me I've allowed myself to cry. To show them that I am a human, and that I am weak. That I am afraid. It's like I'm back home in district ten holding a butcher's knife in my hands wondering how I'm going to get my parents down from the ceiling. Blood gushed from my hand as the knife sliced through it as the rope fell from the rafter. Dead. Like I will be.

Fire burns through my body as my big toe falls towards the ground. A loud animal like sound escapes from my lips. "Please stop! Please make it stop!" The words fell on deaf ears as another toe fell mixing with the blood and fingers spread across the floor. The warm and sticky liquid ran down my foot staining the pale white skin a crimson red. It hurts. I'm screaming begging them to stop, but all he does is laugh as he removes toe after toe. Somehow I'm still awake. Still alert despite the amount of pain he's putting me through, and I can't imagine how much worse it'll become before he's done. A drummer pounds rapidly against my chest as my breathing picks up. I'm alive. I'm alive. I'm alive. Dying in hell isn't an option. Surviving another day as a person in the midst of a place where punishment rains down every second of the day. Barely enough food for survival. It's all making up for the life I lived back home.

They drag me away like they did the night they burst into the house. Blood stained my body, the corpses in front of me, and the butcher's knife laying on the floor next to me. I'm pulled away leaving a trail of blood. It hurts. Every single second, but I'm alive, and they aren't. They killed themselves, and it looked like I slaughtered them like I would a pig. That's exactly what these men in crisp white uniforms are doing to me. Making sure my life is put away like they're lives were. I'm threw into the cage like an animal. I don't know when they'll come again. Or when the next meal will come. Or when I'll walk out of this place. It's only the beginning, and it hasn't stopped, and it won't ever stop, but I can't beg. Not anymore. Not after the incident I had in the room with the man. He enjoyed every single second of it especially when I begged. I slipped. I failed, and now I'm falling.

As I'm fading away
I'm sick of this life

Every day they came like wolf. Dragging me from the caged cell towards a different room every single day. They burnt me leaving horrible scars against my body. They beat me with a whip leaving a piece of art against my back with the lashes and the blood. Every breath hurt, but I was alive. I was moving when I should've fallen over dead. I blacked out from pain the other day. I remember screaming my head off then the world went black. He was standing over me when I came to. His eyes fixed on mine as harsh words laced with an icy chill crept from his lips. Death was inevitable at this moment because he was going to kill me like I supposedly did to my parents. I didn't kill them. I'm innocent. None of them agreed. I was guilty of a crime I never committed, and now I'm paying the price.

Days, weeks, months flew by. The metal shelf grew colder, and my face stuck to it. Skin peeled away as I raised my head. Two toes remained on one foot, and three toes on the other. Two fingers sit upon both hands. My thumb and my middle finger. The rest was bloody stumps. Knives carved away at my face forcing my smile into something much larger. Blades ate my skin cutting from the corner of my lips to the lower portion of my ear on both sides of my face. Fire lit across my chest burning the hair away melting my skin. I shivered that night in the cell. No matter what I did my body heat was gone. It was so cold. Sleep became harder and harder. Every time I closed my eyes the door would fly open, and they were there prepared to drag my body away. It came to the point where I didn't resist. I was too tired. I couldn't even use the restroom. My clothes stunk of urine and feces. It was embarrassing, but at this point I lost my dignity. I had no care left in the world. I was ready to die.

The door flew open again like it had done every single time my eyes closed. It was like they were watching me every second of the day. I followed them through the halls barely capable of standing on my own two feet, but I moved like I had to. Every single emotion fled my body. Tears would've fell from my blue eyes, but I couldn't cry anymore. This last several weeks of my life has been a living hell. Hopefully they would kill me today. Hopefully they would just send me home to the stars lurking somewhere beyond the roof of this horrible place. A door opened, I was kicked inside, strapped into a chair like many times before, and the door closed. A man in white came and stared at me like my fate had been determined. I could barely hold my head up to look at him to stare into the face hidden somewhere behind a mask. Each breath caught in my throat as the same blade I've seen so many times before flashed before my eyes, only this time something was different. In one hand he held a pliers. In his other was a blade stained with my blood. He clipped the pliers against my tongue, but I was too tired to fight. Too tired to care what was happening. The pain that followed was more than anything I've ever experienced before. The world spun around. My head slouched forward against my chest as blood flowed down my throat, leaked from the front of my mouth. This is how I die. And the world went black.

I just wanna scream
How could this happen to me

It's been two months since I arrived at the Capitol weak, starving, barely alive. My eyes remained fixed on the ground as I was afraid to look at anyone. Afraid to move. Afraid of everyone around me. Even the other Avox. Every piece of dignity was shattered. Order tossed at me. Grabbing a hold of small items became a challenge. Standing on my own without holding onto anything took more effort than it should've. All I could think about was my brother. Hopefully he was alive. Hopefully he was okay because right now that's what I needed. His strength as I marched through my journey as a servant. A slave. The pain went away eventually. I was numb. My entire body. Smiling was impossible. The first time a plate of food was placed before me I shoveled it down my throat as fast as I could only to get choked because I wasn't used to eating without a tongue to help. It took a lot of learning and adapting. Learning or starving. Starving went so far in the caged cell. My stomach was literally gnawing on my backbone. My cheeks sunk deep within my face. My ribs protruded further than they should've. The punishment will never end.

Back home when mother and father was mad at me they made sure my rear end was sore so I couldn't sit for days. They made sure I never cried at the pain they put me through, and it worked. My brother gave me a nickname. Flash. He said I as fast. One second I was there in front of him, and the next I was gone before he could even turn towards me again. I miss them. Mother and Father are somewhere above in the starry sky staring down at me watching the pain and torture they put me through. Every second. Every day. I can't help but think that if they didn't hang themselves maybe I would still be back home watching my little brother grow stronger each day. Watching him slaughter the animals placed before us. It's ironic in a sense. My freedom was taken away and tossed into the dust of humanity, and I was given a new name. A new outlook on life. I'm an animal on a leash. I can move so far before I'm drawn back. I can't even look at anyone unless I'm spoken to. I'm the lowest of the low.

It wasn't easy fitting in taking orders. Being expected to do things. Serve drinks. Serve food. Not making eye contact with anyone, but it quickly became easy. I enjoyed not having all eyes on me as I moved through the corridors of mansions. I've enjoyed having my own space away from the rest of the world. I'm an outcast. Trapped in the middle of the worst place ever. Death would've been better, but I've been kept alive for whatever purpose I don't know, yet I'm here. Following the new code of my life. Working like a slave. Only helping those who are in dire need, and even then it'll never compare to the constant war raging on inside my mind. I don't know if I'll ever forgive my parents. If it wasn't for them, I would still be in district ten. I would still have my brother by my side as we slaughtered the pigs. I'm the pig now. And I'm waiting for my own slaughter.

{Lyrics} Untitled - Simple Plan
{Word Count} 2209
{Codeword} oDair
{Faceclaim} Shane Harper
{Other} Finished