DAMEA VANDEL // DISTRICT THREE [WIP]

I'M SUCH A PRETTY GIRL

I'M AN INDEPENDENT GIRL, DESPITE WHAT DRACE TELLS YOU. I CAN LOOK AFTER MYSELF. BUT I WISH I WASN'T HERE. I WAS VERY STUPID, BUT I'M TOO STUBBORN TO TELL HIM THAT MYSELF. EVEN THOUGH HE PROBABLY KNOWS IT. I'M ACTUALLY TERRIFIED OF EVERY DAY, AND HANGING BY A THREAD STAYING ALIVE. ROYCE'S DEATH'S ONLY REINFORCED THAT. I'M UNSTABLE, DESPERATE, AND LOOKING FOR ANY WAY OUT. I CARE FOR MY BROTHER AS MUCH AS HE CARES FOR ME, AND WISH THAT I COULD PROVE TO HIM THAT HE DOESN'T HAVE TO CONSTANTLY LOOK OUT FOR ME. I OWE THAT TO HIM. GRRR AT VALENCIA. MUCH BITTER HATRED AND ANGST AND GRRR!

ME AND DRACE WERE PRETTY SETTLED AS KIDS. HAD MONEY, EDUCATION, FRIENDS, A STABLE FAMILY. NOTHING OUT OF THE ORDINARY, EXCEPT FOR THE WHOLE REAPING LARK. THEN SUDDENLY, HOUSE BURNS DOWN. DRACE AND I MANAGED TO GET BY SOMEHOW, MOSTLY BECAUSE OF HIM (HE WOULDN'T LET ME HELP MUCH), AND THEN HE FOUND THE CONTRACT. AND SIGNED IT. AND I WANTED IN BECAUSE I WAS FED UP OF HIM ACTING LIKE OUR PARENTS. HE GAMBLES, I STEAL. WE'RE BOTH PRETTY GOOD AT IT.

WE'VE BEEN AT THIS FOR A WHILE NOW, HE'S DOING WELL, BETTER THAN ANY OF US. I'M NOT THOUGH. UNTIL RECENTLY, I'VE BEEN HESITANT TO DO ANYTHING FORCEFULLY. BUT THE HARSH DEATH OF ROYCE HAS SHAKEN THAT A LOT. I DON'T WANT TO DIE LIKE HE DID. SO THE GLOVES ARE OFF NOW GUYS. THIS THIEF'S GOT A WHOLE LOTTA NEW TRICKS TO SHOW YOU ALL.