Rogue // D10 // Fin // Cb

Words. The only defense that a lonely girl could ever rely on. A street rat who was left alone at a young age on streets of blackened hearts and the dust of spite for everything. No one wanted her since she was born. A family once caring for her like she was their princess, until they left her on her own. A girl with no home who learned to use words to chill her way into getting what she wanted. Growing up on the street with cautious eyes and competitive competition. Alone and on her own until it became too much for her. Peacekeepers finding her in an alley way and asking for her age.

Too young to be fighting for her life on the dirt roads of District Ten. They took her to a home. A place that was meant to be warm, but all she could feel was cold in it. The other orphans were too much for her. Caring words and loving smiles were what she hated the most. On the streets it had been what tricked her in giving up what she had. Annoyed looks and cold words become her arsenal to protect her from them all. Looking for things to hold over them. Things that they find important to be torn up by her in her mocking words.

Alone is how she preferred to be. Ready to claw her way into escaping from caring too much. The sunlight was the only thing to melt her cold exterior. Warm days out in the sun doing what all girls wanted to do. Exploring, learning, and seeing everything that she could. Chasing bugs and watching other orphans struggle to hold themselves up in her presence. A queen of the house with everyone beckoning to her out of fear. A life on the streets had made her want to be a queen in the place that she had to be at

She wanted it all.

All attention on her.

After all, she was the fucking queen.