SORREL EVERETT :: District 4 :: FINISHED

I Hate The Silence

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Name :: Sorrel Ayana Everett
Age :: 18
Gender :: Female
District :: 4[/center]

APPEARANCE

The water was in a puddle at my feet, ripples caressing the surface ever so gently. I watched it, dragging my eyes placidly across the ground. My eyes reflected the mud that collected under my sunshine yellow, rain boots. The color of rocks, weeds, and water churned together to create a pile of dirt. That was what my eyes looked like, dirt and mud and ground; the substance that thrusts itself from the earth and made everyone’s day weary. It made people’s day become bad. Maybe they would step in it, or see it. Mud is never loved anywhere, it’s disgusting and filthy as vermin, it is hated. Kayle used to make fun of my eyes when she was especially little, now that she doesn’t talk anymore, I miss her petty taunting.

She used to curl her fingers around my hair and smile ever so sweetly as the locks would intertwine with her skin. She always said my hair looked like the sunset, the sky a mixing bowl of colors as it slowly dimmed to nothingness. She didn’t know what it was like then, to fade away. She was so innocent, so beautiful. To her, I was the sunset over the water; I wish I was still that. At least my hair is the same.

My skin is different than both my hair and eyes, it is pale. Not beautiful like the sunset, not disgusting like mud on the ground. It is just itself, complete with the occasional freckle that finds its way onto the bridge of my slender, round nose. Sometimes my skin reminds me of winter, the snow that falls on the ground and caresses the earth. The way that the clouds burst forth and wisps of ice fall so delicately to the earth, it is a time of the year that has always mesmerized me. At the same times though, winter can cause people to crack, skin to bleed, lives to pour out onto the ground. I have a definite skin problem, the way that my knuckles break open and red liquid slides down my hands. No matter how hard I try, the winter air bites at me and pain seeps into everything that I do. It can be tiring sometimes, the constant throbbing that pulls at my head. Mom tells me to stop weeping into my shirt; she wants me to be a career girl, that’s how she was. She would go to the training center and throw spears all day; she can’t understand my wanting to not be the same way.

PERSONALITY

I was only three the first time I saw a seabird fly in the sky. Its wings spread out over its head as though it

controlled the world. It circled through the ice-coated air, its wings just hardly ruffling as it glided gracefully across the sky. From then I was mesmerized by the creatures, the way that they were designed, how they could fly. In a simple answer once, mom told me that their wings are hollow. I’m not sure if I believe her though, how can wings be hollow? Bones are supposed to be solid and are supposed to protect you. That’s what they told me when I went to my first, and only, session at the Training Center, that mom forced me to attend. It’s gruesome and so confusing to me, the Hunger Games. Even now I have trouble grasping onto the reality of it. Why would anyone want to kill another person? Life is such a beautiful thing, why would anyone want to see it go?

Even though I see it every day, water has always frightened me quite a bit. The way that it laps menacingly on the shore, beckoning for you to come closer before it pulls you away into the depths of a new realm below the waves. I know stories of what is down there, monsters with three heads and many teeth, small little creatures that can chew you apart faster than you can think. I never want to go near the sea, I never want to meet a monster that will eat me.

“Hey, Sorrel look” her eyes mock me as I turn to look.

“What is it Kayle?” I ask, how am I to know what she is going to say. One minute she is sweet, a perfect sort of sister. The ideal sibling for many. The next second, she is a monster from the deep, she eyes thick with cruelty and anger. I don’t know why she is so angry. I will never understand.

“Oh, I was going to invite you to come to the ocean with me.” Her eyes pleaded or me to come, they has a softness to them that was difficult to resist. Under it though, a devil was hidden in there. She knew that I forgot things easily.

The last time I agreed to come with here, she tried to push me in the water. I nearly drowned; I still remember the feeling as the water pulled me down, calling me to its depths, like a siren. Calling me to the death.

Kale had apologized feverishly as soon as I emerged, coughing up water. Now it was my turn to have anger flood the rest of the world. Even past the look in her eyes, I didn’t forgive her. It took me a long time. Now she doesn’t talk any more. I miss her voice. Poor Kayle.
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HISTORY

“Sorrel, we need to talk.”

Mom pulled me into the kitchen, a stone cold expression adorned her sharp-angled face, stray bits of brunette hair flew down her face from the up-do that gathered together messily on the top of her head.

I only looked at her, many times if mom wanted to talk it wasn’t a good thing. She had a way of pulling even the smallest mistake out and ridiculing you until you had to energy left to refuse to not slip up again. Even though it was common with her, every time was different. Maybe you forgot to put your jacket on for school, or maybe you didn’t say thank you when someone got you a present.

Her eyes were different though this time; I knew it was going to be this talk again.

“Sorrel, why do you insist on being such a loner?” She asked, her eyes were narrowed as they bore into mine.

“I don’t know, mother.” I answered; my voice was always so diminished when I talked to her. She was so powerful, from the way that she clenched her fists to the ridge along her jawline. She reminded me of an older version of Kayle. Only more forceful with everything.

“It’s Kayle’s first year that she is eligible to be reaped, I can only dream that she will give this family the fame that is has always deserved,” Her words were laced with poison and envy. “You are a strong girl Sorrel, why do you insist on using your skills for such stupid things. Bird watching? Really,” I didn’t even feel the tear as it dripped down my face. All I could hear was mother laughing at me, she couldn’t understand. But still, why did she have to be so cruel about it.

I will never know
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