The One (Nightbird)

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I was sitting on a bench in the midst of the district, a cracker in one hand, mechanical flower in the other. My clothes were draped over me. The dull colours hanging off of my shoulders sadly. I sighed. I looked over to the shop opposite me and an angered look crosses my features. Well... What an angry look was to me... It usually wasn't to others. I was gazing at the shop window as the shop keeper went to the door with a customer, "Petal!"[/b][/i] I saw that coming. The man approaches me and sits next to me, "Come on Rosie... Eat something." I took a bite out of my cracker to appease him, not happy in the slightest.

I only see you on the floor,
Your heart's not beating anymore,
My lust for you just cannot wait,
Your skin tastes like chocolate

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"I appreciate your concern Father, but why now? Go look after Mother. You haven't taken an interest in me for 3 years. Why now? Just go." [/b] I glare at the bag he held in his hand, knowing it was probably another farfetched piece of technology for Mother. He looked taken aback by my harsh words and stood up slowly. "Sorry Petal... I'll see you at home..."[/b][/i] He says dully. I could care less. He hadn't been there for me... As my life took a turn for the worst.

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I looked up, nothing, a couple of cotton wool balls in the sky, but other than that, nothing. I looked away from the gaseous ball as to not blind myself. I had tried once before. To make my time to leave Panem come quicker. But to no avail. I was still surrounded by happy people that shot me looks of pity and dispair when they saw my weak frame. Sure, I'm thinner that everyone else... Even some of the damn twele year olds, but through no fault of my own. I swear. I loved the hunger games... Not to be in them. But to watch my district get slam dunked to the floor. I hated them.

Losing all my holy dreams,
Someone tell me what they mean,
There's an iron smell of blood in the air,
But I can't find it anywhere.

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My head stayed facing the floor as I chuckled grimly. I was anticipating this reaping, to watch the families weep as their children got reaped... I must be the only one who genuinely celebrates during these times. It was fun. My eyes stayed focused on the floor until I hear footsteps, they go straight past me thank goodness. I was casually humming to myself too... Lovely song in my opinion. I had heard the whispers as the couple had gone past me though. Knocked my good mood - yeah, good mood. You don't wanna see me in a bad mood - right out of me. I scowled. Of course... It's all the same. They don't care if I hear them or not. I'm just the girl with the eating disorder from district 3... Why would people care? Although, maybe they would've cared if they'd known /why/ I was like this. I was still scowling at this point. Anyone would think my face had been stuck in that position the amount of scowling I'd done.



I'd been here for a while now, and I was feeling weak. I shiver and stand, somehow keeping my balance. I stride over to a tree where I sit, pulling the baggy clothes into my fragile body. They didn't really warm me up, but it was very comforting. I needed comfort, I'd already become somewhat of a recluse. Only speaking when spoken to and the like. I'd tried so hard for this not to overwhelm me, and it was beginning to get better, I used to get rendered unconcious when I did this for a long time. Then again, that was when it all started. It had been a couple years now. I nibble at the corner of my cracker before discarding the object. I needed to drink soon, but I just couldn't make myself. I didn't drink much either.

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I was so easy to cut, proven by numerous scratches that would take weeks to heal... I didn't scar too badly though. I lift my hand to my hair, rolling the strands of straw between my fingers. It was the only part of me I wish had kept healthy. I was so sad when it turned to dust almost. I took pride in my hair once. No longer. I didn't take pride in anything. I couldn't afford to... I'd just lose it, like I did my beautiful hair. I sigh and curl up by this tree, trying to keep warm, It was so hard, I have no muscle or fat to keep me warm, I had to try more than the others.

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As I started to feel dizzy, memories flooded into my head. Cruel memories, harmful memories...



They were laughing, I was twelve at the time. I was scared. Terrified, even then. A girl, my age started pulling my hair, and I whimpered. The others just laughed. even those I had called my friends once before. I felt so alone, this wasn't the first time. As these children laughed at me I aged, now fourteen. They were still bullying me. But worse. I came home with new bruises every day as I got thinner and more fragile. I tried to plead with my parents, "Please! Mum, Dad! Take me out of that school. I can't take it anymore!"[/b] They refused of course. They didn't know that it was still happening. The kids were oh so sweet when adults were around. Then the torture started. Pain. Intense pain.

By the time I was 15 I had lost about 5st. I now weighed 3.9st. They called me skelegirl. Bonehead and freak-azoid. But the one word. The only word that fit. Was anorexic.



I hadn't noticed the tear that had made it's way down my cheek, it wasn't often I had enough fluid in my body to cry, so on the rare occasion I did, I never noticed until someone else pointed it out.



I needed to get away, and soon, maybe I'd get reaped one year, then I'd be sure to die! It was a plan. hopefully. I was thrilled. If only there was a way. I sighed slightly. Of course there wasn't a way to ensure getting reaped... It was just wishful thinking. For now, all I need is a friend who won't pity me every day... [/colour]

I've been waiting for the one

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OOC: Song: Elena Siegman - The one [/size]