Ty Dormin [d9]

NAME Ty Dormin
AGE 17
SEX Male
DISTRICT Nine

The ground beneath my feet can not hold me up. I am impossible. It takes next to nothing to know that.

As my feet fumble and as my hands slip, I wonder what my brother is doing. No, I don't wonder. I know. Doing something better. His arms and his accuracy let me know that I'm a disgrace. I am fragile and there's already so much of me that's broken.

My mind has succumbed to a tangle of thoughts, facetious and not, that let me slip into an abyss I can not escape, somewhere that air is a thick black tar that clogs every airway.

Sometimes I let water surround me even though I know I can't swim.

But it's not all bad. I know that buried under all of the terror is a light, bright and burning and full of intuitiveness and intellect and I know that my slender arms and legs and my stomach that shows my ribs can produce something magnificent, something this world has never seen. It's been 5 years since I've fallen and it's been 5 years that I've stayed down. There's nothing to help me get back up.

I've forgotten their names -- my mother and my father -- and only the two syllables that form my brother's name are the only figment of a family that used to be fine. I am not skilled with knives or whips or bows, but if I have a smidgen of paint...

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