Delanie Esperro | District 5 (Finished)

"Can you tell me about your drawing?"
A voice asked awakening from my dream world. The only happy place I had. I hated waking up from it. Anything I want happens in the dream world. And sometimes it leaks into real life. People always called me crazy. They're right. I'm not ashamed for believing. Then I remembered the question. I hated when people asked me that. Especially when peace-keepers came to talk about it to me. They're stupid. But if I told them neither of us would be happy. I learned that. But I still hated everything. Only my dream world was perfect. "Isn't it obvious? It's Rein. Silly Rein. Always staring at everything curiously. He is an odd ball. Just like his father; Wisp. Rein thinks he is a squirrel. You should see him climbing trees!"
"Why does he think he's a squirrel?"
I laughed again. Peace keepers are stupid. Someone should tell them that. The answer was so obvious. Right in front of their noses. Probably they can't think straight. Their stupid uniforms for the blame. I think they should wear red. Just like mum did. Always trying to impress men. She was almost as stupid as the peace keepers. It's a good thing I dealt with her. And now she's in my dream world. Always trying to help me. She is much better off now. All the peace keepers in my world were mute. Much nicer. "Are you that stupid?" I ask letting out a crazy laugh.
My hand then flew forward. The never expected it. I always did it in different ways each time always at points when they were calmest. I quickly squeezed his pressure point causing him to wither to the floor. Heh. Stupid peacekeeper. His little friends will find him soon. "No Quier. No killing today. Tomorrow we might."

My birth. I remembered it. My mom though believes I lie about remembering it. That could be a true thing. I could be so enhanced by my lie to believe it true. I was born at our house. She hated me at the start. I wouldn't be a hard-working male. I already had an older look to myself. My eyes. They haunted her. Reminding her of her sister. She never really talked. But I could tell everything. They way she twiddled her fingers when even the word 'sister' was mentioned. Quier read the clues. It was so simple just from the way she acted. Her hands always went for her pocket. She hid clothes in the attic. Ones stained with 'red paint'. She is a crappy liar. I was four and I knew most of her secrets.
Every year it got worse. The voices in my head. Creatures popping up. No one else could see them. Then I decided to stop fighting. And let them take over. Let them guide the knife. Let them free my mother. Since then they told me I ruled everything. Not yet though. Soon I would. My brothers? Currently hunting me down to the ends of the earth. They're so stupid as well. They wouldn't let me free them. They could have wisdom beyond their wildest dreams. Mom accepted. She guides me every once and awhile.

Though now they lock me up. Not really. Around the clock I'm watched. Any sudden movements for me and sleep comes. I hate them. They have no life. I like to mess with them. Get them scared. Timothy the most. He is so tall. Easy target. Though Quier believes Timothy doesn't like me that much back. Probably because of the bullet lodged in his thigh. Stupid Tim. He should of let me free that person. Oh well. He's just Tim. I go to the reaping like a good girl. I despise everyone though. So far I haven't been picked. And so far I'm still not going to volunteer for anyone.

I like to believe myself to be a cougar. I have the likeliness. From my wide fierce face. To my large hands and feet. I appear harmless. Just a wild cat. But still with a bit of an attitude. Then I strike. With a heavy blow. Long jagged claws. Sharp dagger teeth. That's just who I am. Maybe the reason I don't have many friends. Now that I think about it. I'm like a rabid cougar. My craziness can spread. I'm hard to kill. Hard to stop. I love being myself. No place to call home. For anything can be my temporary home whether something already owns it or not. My eyes are something that most people see in their last few seconds. My left the color of the sky. My right the color of the ground.