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eva hope ~d8~done~ Oct 16, 2015 22:08:19 GMT -5

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my name is evangeline hope
i am ~~a child~~ 1718 years old
i am a girl ~~you guessed that though~~
i live in district ~~hell~~ eight
my sisters ~~are~~were lily and paige hope of the 70th and 71st hunger games
they were both magnificent flowers
but like my hope
they wilted

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eva hope ~d8~done~ Oct 17, 2015 12:10:18 GMT -5

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Post by pup on Oct 17, 2015 12:10:18 GMT -5

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Eva Hope-d8f-sister to paige and lily hope

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It is so much easier for you to fall apart than to put yourself back together. Have you ever tried to stitch your heart back from dust particles? Have you ever tried to use the glue of love and happiness to shove the pieces of the puzzle back together? Have you ever been so close to finish the masterpiece that is your heart, and then have it shatter all over again from a gust of wind that blows the artwork away? Well I have experienced pretending to be a sculpter, out of my league, just to fix the shatters of an organ that I have been taught a human can't live without. ~~am i not human?~~ Try to be in my miserable shoes for a minute, a broken, heavy heart weighing you down. How hard is it to survive, to keep on living? Don't you just want to end it all? End it all with the rope on the table? The knife in the kitchen drawer? The window in your bedroom? ~~wouldnt it be easy?~~

I ~~needed~~ to keep on living. ~~The tiger-lily of my heart wilted.~~ I just ~~want the pain to end~~ want to be happy. I just wanted to live for lily and paige. They are gone. ~~stolen from me by the games.~~ I feel as if I am a ghost now, wandering the halls of my house, the alleys of district eight. ~~it feels as if my heart as stppped beating so it is not too far from the truth.~~ My sun-kissed hair, instead of catching in the sunlight and gleaming brightly, now it glows a dull, ugly yellow. My green daylily eyes, they no longer sparkle with happiness and joy, but instead are wilted with sadness and despair. My head, normally filled with such happy, joyful, hopeful thoughts is now on the brink of suicide. It would just be so easy, to reach out towards the knife, to move towards the window, to volunteer for the games.

My tall frame, instead of up straight with pride in my happiness in this awful place to live is now slumped down, the weight of life weighing on me like a thousand stacks of potatos. My face once filled with joy is now ashen, with out emotion, like a ghost walking among the living. I could be one too. my pale skin from the sun being blocked out by fumes, instead of glowing like the moon is an unearthly shade of pale white as if the spirit inside of me had died long ago~~which it had~~. My long fingers, no longer graceful, but instead as clumsy as a drunk mule. My voice, instead of light and soft, bringing calm wherever it goes is now heavy and filled with the tiredness in my voice. ~~because I am tired from life.~~

I used to be cheery, so full of life and happiness. My face lighted up with joy wherever I would go. I would feel special, my life a blessing to be surrounded by my loving family. Then my sister, my wonderful amazing sister, volunteered to save another life. Within the year she died I tried to regain my composure, my happpiness, my joy to be alive, but just as my fingers curled around happiness again, it was snatched from my clenched fist, no matter how hard I held on.

I can remember a time when my teachers in school praised me for always being the happy one in class, for being the girl who was kind and nice to everyone. When I was little in games, I would try my best to make people smile and include them and make them feel special, and that made me feel special. I remember the teachers praising me for being smart and intellectual, always getting A's on my report cards. Now I hear no words of praise whispering in my woeful ear. My smile diminished, now uncaring to games, uncaring to grades. I just don't care any longer what happens to me.

If I would fall into hell right now as I write these words, I wouldn't care.

I remember my parents telling me stories of how I came into this cruel world, along side my brother. Instead of kicking and screaming like preston, they said I was always an unnaturally happy baby. I came into this world with a serene smile rested upon my face they said. I can't remember my early years to well, but I was told it was filled with joy and happiness. Then fourteen years ago I was blessed with my baby sisters. I can remember holding, tickling, hugging Paige while my brother played with Lily.

I remember growing up with them, teaching Paige how to read, teaching little Lily to stitch a doll's coat. I felt connected with them like I will never be again, and then Warren Whip came holding hands with Charlie Garnet, then Dom Copperview prancing along with a peaceful meadow which housed the horrors of Glamour Kinkade with the Lady King.

Then just like that, they snatched my happiness away, leaving me like a small broken doll who no longer can make her child smile.

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