Demetra Gyða Summit || D7

She's dreaming, off in a land where nobody can wake her up. Not from these nightmares that scar her, those are a trophy that she will tell stories of when she's all by herself grown up. Those tales are lost in her mind; lost in her soul that can only be woken up when this broken reality is over when really, it's never over. Not in this reality. She can't wake up, Demetra is not awake, she is not alive, she is sleeping. Sleeping her scars and fears away. When will she wake up? Nobody knows.

Her ragged body lies there, nobody knows why it's still left in her room. It's of no use for her to be there. She's dead. Demetra is a dead soul, lying in her bedroom waiting to be collected. Or maybe she's still dreaming, hoping that this reality isn't as empty as it seems without Stella Summit. Demetra lays there. Dreaming for a better place, better time that she can just stay in for her days. And she's staying there. Packed her bags, pulled the plug from her current home and flew away to a fantasy that can only be lived in her dreams.

With her frizzed brown hair sprawled on the bed as she stays there she doesn't move, Blue eyes that are covered by her close eyes hide the true beauty that is Demetra Summit, as they've seen secrets and beauty's that only she can treasure. Explaining them is too difficult to show their beauty. And those beauties don't come a single mile close to the beauty that was Stella Summit. There's no beauty, no living body or place that can overcome the beauty she owned in Demetra's heart.

She's tall, towering over most people. Standing at 6'5 she is a monster, a monster that never awakens to do her job. When she can't torture others. The cousin of Stella Summit is too tortured, too horrified by the fact she is missing a cousin. A family member killed in cold war-- cold revenge that the leader of this cold war can't take care of himself. Cold revenge, the name of a person that she herself doesn't know well, but Kiena Ward has the system memorized. The resident inside District Seven does not weigh nor eat much. They don't want to awaken her from her sleep to tell her to eat.

They don't want to ruin her happiness. Happiness is not something possible, not for anybody that lives the life of being related to Stella. She creates a story with her dreams. Dreams that seem inhumane, dreams that aren't real. But they're real. Demetra sees them with her own eyes. Every day it's a cycle of dreaming, drifting, she is visited by a monster. A monster that brings out a scream that is caged inside her mind; teasing to wake her up to the screams that have been locked inside of there like a cage. She saw them. That means they're not a peice of her imagination right? She can only hope.