Dolores Rasoio | District 8 | CBD #2
Dec 31, 2016 12:27:51 GMT -5
Post by ali on Dec 31, 2016 12:27:51 GMT -5
You’re tiny compared to others your age. You’re only 5’ 1” and lithe in stature. You walk like you’re skating on ice and you seem to glide everywhere you go with a kind smile pressed against your plump lips but your smile doesn’t quite reach your doe brown eyes. You’re not out of place in your new family, with your warm russet brown skin matching theirs in family photographs and dark hair, coarse natural black hair, usually you wear it long but since the fire you’re growing it out again and can only just about tie it back.
Since you can remember you have been different. You’re a kind and gentle thing, smiling almost every day but your sisters and brothers call you soft. You cry when you’re shouted at, you’re naïve and the concept of death is still foreign to you as it is to a child. You cannot seem to make decisions by yourself, have to be told what to do and when to do it, you’re submissive and don’t question when you’re told to do something which sometimes can prove dangerous. Despite the rift it’s causing, you still pray to Ripred at night with the others who still have hope.
Growing up, your mother never mentioned your father. She was always there for you, but always worrying, fussing over you, always was worried that people would come for you. But she tried not to mention it because it frightened you. Then one day, they came for you. Burnt down your house with your mother in it. You were hurt but your father’s family soon came to your aid. They took you under their wing and you grew happy with brothers, sisters and Ripred looking after you. You were settled, then Jenoah died and everything changed.
Since you can remember you have been different. You’re a kind and gentle thing, smiling almost every day but your sisters and brothers call you soft. You cry when you’re shouted at, you’re naïve and the concept of death is still foreign to you as it is to a child. You cannot seem to make decisions by yourself, have to be told what to do and when to do it, you’re submissive and don’t question when you’re told to do something which sometimes can prove dangerous. Despite the rift it’s causing, you still pray to Ripred at night with the others who still have hope.
Growing up, your mother never mentioned your father. She was always there for you, but always worrying, fussing over you, always was worried that people would come for you. But she tried not to mention it because it frightened you. Then one day, they came for you. Burnt down your house with your mother in it. You were hurt but your father’s family soon came to your aid. They took you under their wing and you grew happy with brothers, sisters and Ripred looking after you. You were settled, then Jenoah died and everything changed.
