I don't quite believe in ghosts, but the way my family remains in perpetual mourning makes me wonder if there's some unknown presence here, like a curse, a haunting, a judgment, something that can be conjured up by generations of people wishing and hoping that the past had gone differently.
My mother was always superstitious. She was born into the Volt family, damned as it was. She had it instilled into her by her parents, who had it instilled into them by theirs, who saw the pain and suffering that their mother had suffered at the behest of the Capitol, and so my mother's way of handling this was by modifying her own behaviors. At first she merely avoided asking for help, didn't talk to Peacekeepers, refused to take out tesserae even when the family fell on hard times. Then it devolved into something more captious - she'd avoid ladders to not have to call a medic if it fell. She wouldn't wear new clothes or bright colors out to avoid attention, which turned to her only wearing certain clothing for certain occasions. She'd search my gifts when I came home to ensure there was nothing dangerous inside. First she searched for knives - then she searched for spirits. If I asked her who would dare to hurt us, she'd press a finger against my lips and warn me not to tempt fate.
But I toy with it anyway - dabble in magic, go out late at night, dare to do the things that my mother won't.
Because I'm a Volt - damned if I do, damned if I don't. Why not have some fun while I'm at it?
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Last Edit: Oct 14, 2019 13:15:20 GMT -5 by fireflyz