VESPER CAMPBELL - D. 10 - FINISHED

Do you want life done the easy way? If so, please continue on the left path. If you would prefer the more rewarding side though, stay where you are and I will introduce myself to you. Meeting me, speaking to me. It will lead you to success. I can give you every word to bring you to the top of the ladder. All you have to do is say 'hello' or maybe, 'Vesper, could you help me dear?'. Thats all it takes for my secrets to be revealed. Everyone sar far has left with widened eyes, opened to the newfound wonders of the world. They have lift the veil from their face and their vision is clear. I have lead another person to ruling their own kingdom and to the power of having control over others. They are all thankful to me, I am their teacher.

Even as a small child, my sisters looked at me with wide eyes, the blue of my irises looks back at them wisly. I am that owl that they refer to in the faerie tales, they look to me for help with life. Its the same with Faith, they look to her as a mother and thats it. I am no sort of care-taker, only an advice-giver, red hair spinning in loose curls as I share secret after secret. Everything I say is useful and if you doubt it, you will find yourself in trouble, it is guarenteed.

"Vesper, could you take care of your siblings today." It was a bright sunny day and Faith had to go out to get some things for the large family. It was that day that I made a mistake, I said yes to my wreched older sister. Before I knew it there were screaming balls of flesh on the floor, babies running around and crashing into things that evidently would hurt, Stepmum wouldn't care, she was too selfish to look past her own fat nose. Only twelve at the time though, I didn't know any better than to sit there and watch the whole thing play out. I remember when Faith came home though. The horrifyed glint in her eyes as she tended to each child one-by-one. "Ves, please, don't try to cause any more trouble okay. You're making this so much harder than it has to be."

After that I ran to my room, a small, dingy place with peeling walls and fogged-over windows. The only things inside of it were a couple of stuffed animals and a bed. The other small bedroom in the house was for Faith and the babies, Stepmum got the biggest one, they needed tending to durning the night, and sure as hell was I going to waste my time with feeding them. Selfish little twits, why couldn't they take care of themselves. The idea of smaller children has always puzzled me. Once though, Faith told me that a child can't take care of itself. I remember asking her why not. Her reply shocked me and still does to this day.

"They are babies, would you be able to take care of yourself if you couldn't talk or stand. Thank about it like that." I remember sitting there, in my chair, and staring at her intently. I was probing her eyes for weakness, sdhe would give into my side, everyone did. It was the natural way, Faith likes to heal, she would know about natural ways in life. Everything for her is natural, except of course the make-up she puts on before school ever day. Vain little princess, thinking that she looks pretty with the expensive stuff smeared on her face. Make-up does nothing for me, I am natural and beautiful. No one can ever change that, no one ever will have the power to.

From my red hair that flares like a burning flame, to my small toes, blistered and cracked. It's all natural, I am a being of the wind. Not of artificial products that are temporary. Faith should have been born in the Capitol, at an early age she could have gone and had every imperfection fixed in a flourish of hands and kneedles. She would be beautiful in an instant. Not natural pretty, just hereslf, her new-self. She would allow the Capitol to change her into a person that she isn't. Why would anyone ever allow that to be done to themselves, their vanity repulses me.

Faith was never the 'ideal' sister, persay. She was the sun that everyone looked to, not me, just little Faith in the front with her bright smile and caked on lipstick. Thats who they would look to, "Isn't she so darn pretty," thats what they always say, esspecially the older ones with some wrinkles and bones popping through their flabby skin. They look at her, not at me.

I stand there like a figure of gold and still they do not notice me, the beauty that fills the place with a sense of belonging. I feel like an exibt, eyes rushed over me and then continued to another atraction, one that really catches their eyes. Even the boys see Faith beofr i'm even put into the picture. Just the little sister, thats all I am. I never want to marry though, I never want to be involved with a man. From what I have heard, they only bring trouble. Children, messes, fighting, disruption of peace, and so much more awful experiances. What every other girl dreams of, I dispise. What I dream of, they all hate.

I can't say that i'm a social butterfly or anything, that would most defenitly be Faith. Why do I hate her so much? She's always seemed irrisposible, even though I know in my heart that she isn't. Its a mind-blockage I suppose, a brick wall that I will eventaully smash down with my iron hands. I will finish off every peice of doubt and one day begin to look at her like the hooligan that she is. She will look up to me then, cowering in fear as I stand over her scrawny form. "Do as I say," I will tell her, she will listen with eyes wide. One day it will come, the day that she will take orders from me. I am not queen, I am no princess. I am wise Owl, if she does not heed my words, my sister will fall in the dust. She will not return to her feet as well, there she will be, her eyes blank.

I can't wait till that day. Little Faith, such the pain you are to me. Love you sis. <3

-Ves