Lamb D'Marcielli finished

I like to think I look like a lamb. Why else would my parents name me that then? I'm certainly small enough. People tell me I look like I could be blown away by a wisp of wind. I'm that short... and skinny when I come to think of it. It's not that I'm underfed and dislike food, it's just that sometimes fasting helps me see visions better. My parents say they are delusions, but that means I'm crazy, and I know I'm not crazy, so they must be visions.

I take after my mother. The long, but thin hair. Wavy. Silvery blond. It's so long I could sit on it, but I like to wind it up into a bun, for convenience sake. I couldn't ever bear to cut it though. My eyes are that of my mother, too. A hazy greyish blue. And big. Very big, as if they're protruding out of my head. Maybe a little too big. Well, no one said I was a beauty, though I do take a little pride in my hair.

My skin is smooth and pale. Almost as pale as my hair. Here, I take after my father, who has deathly pale skin. Paler than even mine. It looks like he's dead almost. I am flat chested, having not even touched adolescence, which may also account for my shortness. My face has a round shape. A sort of innocent look, that still has baby fat. This combined with my big eyes, I think I really look like a Lamb.

I have no real muscle about me. I'm not the type of person to run laps or body build. I don't have much interest in athletic things, and as far as the hunger games go... well I don't think about it. I'm doomed anyway if I go in, right?

I like to wear something free and stretchy. Nothing constraining. I hate anything that constrains me. In the hot part of the year I wear a tank top and shorts, and in the fall and winter, I wear long pants and a jacket over my tank top. I don't have a lot of clothing to choose from, so there isn't really much interesting about my outfit.

Personality:

The most pronounced feature of my character is that I don't like to see people in pain. It hurts me just as much as it hurts them. What is the point of pain anyway? I don't mean like a pain of an accidental broken leg, or even pain of a loved ones death. I mean the pain you're put through on purpose, like Avoxes and the hunger games? What's the point? My mother says I'm too young to understand. Well I don't understand so I must be too young.

Kindness. I don't like people to think I'm self centered or over confident or cocky, but since I'm asked what my personality is, I have to answer and kindness is one of my answers. I admit though, that sometimes it is very hard for me to show kindness to other people. Sometimes all I want to do is slap them, but I've gotten very good at mastering myself and keeping myself from doing stuff like that.

Loyalty? I always keep my promises, which is why it's hard to get a promise out of me. I am very loyal towards my family, and family secrets. I will never open my mouth and blab for the sake of it. For that matter, I will never drink more than a half glass of alcohol.

Independence. I'm not sure if this is a fault or a virtue. I guess it can be both. It depends on the circumstances. I don't easily trust someone. Of course I'll still be kind to you but that doesn't mean I'll swallow your every word. And I'll never confide in you. I clarified that last paragraph.

History:

I can't remember to far back into my past. My memory stops dead at eight. My parents said I got in a car crash then. They could just barely afford to take me to a doctor. You see, we have no insurance. I was bashed in the head. They said the doctor fixed me up well and I'm all okay... But they lied. A year after they told me that story, I told them about my visions. They said it was because I never fully healed from the crash. They said I have brain damage. That night I ran away and cried all night. The next morning I resolved not to believe them. I mean, how can I have brain damage? I think perfectly fine.

At ten, things started to get awry. I was seeing visions every day, and they were so vivid, it was hard to tell if they were real or not. It was like I was living in two worlds. At night I would dream nothing, but during the day, say in the middle of dinner I would zone out and have a vision. My parents would shake me but they'd have to wait for the vision to be over before I came back to myself.

So they took me for help. The doctor they took me to gave me some pills to take. I took them, and I didn't have as many visions, but I got really dizzy sometimes. Eventually we ran out of pills, and we didn't have the money to get more. I was allowed to have my visions again. I like my visions. They're like my best friends. Things I can cuddle.

But of course there's always the bad side to anything. I was ten when I had an onslaught of awful visions. At least once a day I had to watch my mom die, watch myself in a mirror as I'm cut to pieces, watch one of my friends try to kill me, watch one of my friends kill herself. Even sometimes I was the murderer. I nearly committed suicide that month.

But if nothing else, these visions have toughened me up. I no longer need the stuffed cat I had hung onto for years.

Codeword: muttations
Comments/Other:

I'd like to point out that Lamb's visions are not real, and do not indicate any foreshadowing of the future. They are purely hallucinations.