braille eckingridge d13 cb

I do not see crimson nor gold nor magenta. My world is a sheet of gray, with flashes of the darkness I hold.

Illness is what took my vision, all those years ago. When just a toddler my body betrayed me, trying to destroy the monster it held. For I am not just a blind old hag who seeks lost beauty, but I surely seek revenge. Because, when there is nothing to blame but yourself, you still find a way to point fingers.

My brothers silent ears do not pick up my screams of anger when I cannot stand to be beside him, while my sisters mouth fails with might to pronounce a single verse. I scream near her face resentment bubbling over, for her disastrous choices are the reason we left our life of luxury. Avoxed and useless, as like to say, yet I am the one who suffers.

These traitors I walk beside, I cannot see, but my hearing is tuned to perfection. They speak of treachery towards the capitol, of bailing upon Panem and destroying the games, of ruining our little utopia. But I will not allow it. It is my sisters fault that I sit with them, her actions pinning me to this reality but my reactions setting us free.

I wouldn't call myself a spy, because I can't see, but that doesn't mean I am a traitor to my country.

I'll rat out my family the moment I can, I just need to escape this hellhole.

OOC: Ratmas CB2