Dare to Ask (Frankel)

Darak Dwarryhouse

Despite being filled with smog most of the time, the outdoors of District Nine is pleasant. Freedom away from the little bratty children that I have to live alongside; I am surprised I have coped this long with them. Having the share a house with multiple freaks, it’s shocking that I am alive. Peace is hard to find and when I get hold of it, one of them quickly tears it away from my grip. It’s like they all exist just to torment me, they’re all there to spit at me. I don’t put up with it, I never do; yet they’re able to manipulate me. It’s ridiculous.

Free time when it does come, I need to relish. But what do I do on the rare days I get? Nothing. I fight for freedom but when I win the battle, I remain seated in the ruins. I can never please myself; this District has nothing to offer me to keep entertained. I am trapped in a glass box filled with little monsters I call siblings, all of them latched at my heels. My only purpose in this world is to be runner up to them. These tasks our parents set, I never win them and I am born a true loser. Really, I am here to bulk up the numbers in my parents set of little games. I am the character that nobody wants to play. The athlete without a win to my name. Yet I never give up, I am not here to just give up.

Today’s free time I have decided to spend outside, rather than lounging about in the house. Despite there being nothing to do, a walk usually helps clear my head. Outside I can think, I can conspire with myself. Plan out how I am going to cause total destruction to my family. Even if it is all trapped inside my head, I’m going to enforce it out onto them one day. They deserve it, the troubles they’ve planted on me since birth. They need a taste of their own meat and I have it a low boil…for now.

Somewhat heating my face, the dying summer sun tries it’s best to fight on yet the autumn breeze blocks its attack. I enjoy this time of the year. No sticky clothes, the house always smells like sweaty little kids during the summer. Having stayed inside for the majority of it, it was still hard to grow immune to the aroma. Winter is worse however; even indoors it is hard to shelter from the freezing incursion that it parades around the District. But Autumn and Spring are the better seasons. It’s is neither warm nor cold, just in-between. They’re both the best times of the year to go for a walk, the air is fresher; not mild like in the deepness of Summer. The dying plants of Autumn help me relax while the reviving ones of Spring help me freshen up a little. I don’t care about the scenic side of things, as long as the air is right for my lunges; that is when I am happy.

I’ve been strolling around the District for some time now and I am unaware of where I am. I always seem to stumble into virgin grounds but I always pick up the scent trail home. There are a lot of people out at this time of the day, many near to my age. Leaning up against a red bricked wall of a building, I’d decided to take a little rest and people watch.

All these people with their own tales to tell, one of them will help me break the glass in the confine that I am stuck in. Forever I have been trying to hunt for a friend yet like every other task I undertake, I have failed. But I am not to give up, I never give up.

"Sorry for bothering you, but I was wondering if you uh... uh..." Turning my attention to the voice, I’d be met by the holder, a guy who looks much older than me. uh..uh..uh It’s hard not to follow his stutter in my mind as an aggravated expression begins to paint itself onto my face. "Uhh... I was wondering if you'd go out on a date with me? W-We could go get... c-coffee or somethin?" I’d raise my eyebrows as I believe him to not be serious. Seriously, is he playing with me?

”I am sorry but I do not go on dates.” My eyes running up and down him as my comment comes out in quite an aggressive tone. Especially with people like you.

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Darak Dwarryhouse

Burning inside of me, fury would begin to tackle through my veins. Who does this guy think he is? I am stood here, minding my own business and he starts to throw all these ridiculous questions at me. You’re over reacting Darak, he only asked one question. Something inside of me tells me to leave him right now but I am intrigued to know whatever comment he has to throw at me. Maybe he is trying to joke around, or pull some sort of pranks; I am all for playing along with it. Unless of course I come out much worse than expected. I’ll just have to wait and see, I doubt anyone is capable of tricking me into any sort of sticky situation.

I need a friend, being stuck in that abomination that I call a home all day, will not help me reach my goals. If I begin to mingle with other people, other people similar to me; I can be inspired. Everyone does things differently (except my family) and if I mingle with more crowds, I will learn more. Also I am sure doing nothing is not helping my health one bit. Fortunately I live in a well to do family, which is very rare in this District. I have no clue where my family got its wealth from and I don’t want to know otherwise. As long as I get everything that I want need , then I won’t question anything.

Examining the older guy in front of me, he seems a viable asset, although from what I am learning from his comments; he is just like the runts I share a home with. "Oh well, I guess you're too scared to go on one date with me." Ha, he believes I am scared, his comment isn’t worthy of a reply. I am not scared of going out with him; I am just clever enough to know that this is all a prank. He can’t be serious. What normal human being would go out and pick a random stranger out on a date? If so, then are they right in their mind to accept such thing? Gritting my teeth, I’d shake my head at his comment. Keeping my arms crossed, they’d somewhat protect me from the guy. I need to be ready for anything, I don’t know this guy. I doubt he is normal, for any normal person would not be doing what he is now.

I’ve never been on a date before, I don’t intend too. I have seen what love does to people’s brains, it is a poison. Who would want to have a family anyway? Children are all the same, bratty little monsters, who think they can do anything. Babies are ugly and messy too, young human life is a nuisance. Cuddling, kissing…having sex is all out of date. I have my own pleasure and that doesn’t involve touching myself. I entertain myself by people watching, training for my parent’s ridiculous tasks as well as studying my siblings; so that I can beat them.

Even though this guy is becoming very irritating, I am still curious on what else he has up his sleeve. What ridiculous comment has he got for me next?

"Or let me guess. You don't do dates because you'd rather just have sex, no strings attached?" Gritting my teeth, my growing hatred for this guy begins to enlarge. Fighting the urge to send a fist square into his face, I’d fire a comment at him instead. ”What the fuck no! Who do you even think you are? Just get lost.” Keeping my fists tight down beside me, I’d prepare myself for a fight, not wanting to be made a fool of.

Darak Dwarryhouse

Continuing to grit my teeth, I couldn’t quite condole the events unfolding in front of me; this guy has some nerve. Never have I ever been treat so ridiculously, this guy will be lucky if he doesn’t get a fist planted into his jaw. "I think I'm a part of the Jay family. You know, the ones who lost Stormy Jay in the 65th Hunger Games." Following his words, I couldn’t quite grasp them. Does this guy want sympathy? Well he is asking it from the wrong person. I couldn’t give a damn if someone has lost a friend in the games, plenty of people have. Fortunatelyunfortunately, none of my siblings have been lost to the games and well, I’ve been anticipating the day that one of their names got pulled out of that glass ball. I would never volunteer for them of course; they wouldn’t step in for me anyway. I wouldn’t need their help; I don’t want them taking the glory if they’re miraculously victorious.

Lowering my hands, I’d unclench the tight lock on my fists, the boiling blood in my body simmering down as I do. With all the sympathetic words that fall from the guy’s mouth, it would all be blank to me as my eyes do a three hundred and sixty globe trot around my skull. I am not a charitable person nor am I caring. Never have I ever helped those less fortunate than myself. I only do things that favour me and well, helping someone does not do that. I know a lot of people do it because they feel better. But no matter what I do in my life, I will never feel better about it. Many of my siblings have lectured me on doing good things; they usually just get a door slammed in their face. Nobody can tell me what to do, this is my own life and if I want to do nothing…I will do nothing.

Watching as the guy walked solemnly away, a sigh of relief would hit me. Thank ripred that nuisance is gone. Now back to doing nothing. Glancing to the group of other boys lingering about on the street, I could see their eyes flash at me and the other guy. Are they a bunch of childish creeps? They remind me very much of my siblings and their ridiculed dares and tricks of their own. All my life I have been involved in their shenanigans and all my life I have finished last or worse off than the rest. I have never been able to be on top, I have always been the loser and I have just coped with it. However lately, I have been trying to turn around that norm of mine; I don’t want to be the bottom of the Dwarryhouse pack and will do just about anything to rise up the ranks. I don’t just want to go up one step, I want to be above them all and well I need contacts, plans and help to do that.

And I am just letting one maybe appropriate contact walk away.

Despite this guy’s stupidity to play along with this group of guys dares, he reminds me of myself. Always being doubted, forced to do ridiculous things to get some prize in return. Although the only thing I get is respect and not a lump sum of cash which I guess this guy would get if he succeeded in these dares. Fortunately I am a part of one of the very few ten percent of wealthy people in the District and a small loss of cash won’t burn my pockets.

Hurrying after the guy, I’d quickly grab him by the back of the shoulder, trying to hault him in his getaway. ”Hey man… here I’ll buy you food at a café somewhere and that is all. Don’t think it is some kind of date though…just an apology for being a dick.”

I only help people when it favours me.

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