D10 // Emery Warsaw [FIN]

( N A M E ) Emery Gage Warsaw
( A G E ) Fifteen
( G E N D E R ) Male
( D I S T R I C T / A R E A ) District Ten

( B I O G R A P H Y )

DEAR DAD,

I wonder what you're doing right now. I wonder if you wonder what I'm doing right now. In case you are, I'm laying in bed about to go to sleep. What are you doing? Doing someone's chores? Running an errand? I never got the whole Avox thing. I never knew exactly what Avoxes did. But, I've come to the conclusion that no matter what they have to do, it probably sucks. That's not fair, though; isn't in bad enough they clipped off your tongue?

SINCERELY, EMERY.


DEAR DAD,

The outskirts of my eyes are blotchy and red. It's nothing new, though. It's a result of crying, but I guess it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure that one out. The reason I'm crying - in case you were wondering - is because I saw a dad and son today. The son was wrapped around the dad, arms around his neck, head peering over his shoulder. I wish I could have done that with you, dad. But mom says that you're innocent, that you didn't do anything to deserve becoming an Avox... but after all; bad things happen to good people.

SINCERELY, EMERY.


DEAR DAD,

Today was - or I suppose is - my fifteenth birthday. I say "was" because now I'm in bed, reflecting on the day and such. I've grown a lot, you know. My dirty blond hair is grown out, and I can slick it back like those cool people we see on the ratty TV. That's how it usually is. I think I'm a bit big for my age, but I don't mean heavy. I mean: I'm pretty tall and pretty muscular. I think sometimes mom sees things in me that she saw in you, and she'll just stand there staring at me like I have three heads. That, or she thinks I'm ugly.

SINCERELY, EMERY.


DEAR DAD,

What do you think I'm like in school? And be honest. Do you think I'm a jock? A jerk? A stoner? A nerd? You can tell the truth. If you suspected any of those, you're wrong. In school, I'm kind of a nobody. I mean, I have my group of friends, but no one really notices us. No one gets in our faces, we don't get in anyone's face. And we're not some dorks who bond over quantum physics (no offense), we just talk like normal kids. We could be classified as losers, but that's only because we aren't asked to parties or to birthdays.

SINCERELY, EMERY.


DEAR DAD,

Can I ask you something? (Let me apologize, now, for the copious amount of questions I've asked so far, and for the questions I'm going to ask in the future.) Do you like to cry? I do. I just feel that with each tear, part of my sadness is slipping out of me. It makes everything better, and it makes me feel better. No one really knows I cry, but I do it a lot. I think Olivia might have an idea. One time, I saw Olivia crying, and I didn't know what was going on. You see... I didn't even know what it meant to cry, so I asked her to teach me. Apparently, you can't ask someone to teach you. It just comes naturally, as long as your provoked because of some emotional experience, good or bad. But mostly bad.

SINCERELY, EMERY.


DEAR DAD,

You'll never guess what Olivia does to make money: She's a porn star. Kindofnotreally. You see... I'm still not sure if porn requires people to have sex, or just nudity in general. If only nudity is needed, then yes, Olivia is a porn star. I know this because 1) Kids in school talk about it (which is quite awkward), 2) She has the occasional photoshoot, and 3) Not because I've ever seen some of her work. Mom isn't very supportive of her life choice because she's very religious and all. I'm tired so I'll talk to you tomorrow.

SINCERELY, EMERY.


DEAR DAD,

Was mom always religious? Sorry for asking, but I'm just curious. Part of me wants to believe she turned to religion because she just wants a reason for life sucking, and wants to know there's reassurance in the end, that you two will be reconnected. I dunno, though, it's all pretty shifty. Why should I believe in a higher power if it's made me suffer like this, separating my father from me, making it impossible for us to be reconnected? Do you believe in a higher power? For some reason, I feel like you wouldn't. I feel like you're smarter than that. I sure as hell am.

SINCERELY, EMERY.


( C O D E W O R D ) Odair
( F A C E C L A I M ) Hinne Vos


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