NOELLE DAWSON :: District 10 //Finished//

The coat didn’t feel right; it scratched and pulled at her delicate and scarred skin. The more she would walk forward, the more she would scowl at the irritating feeling that mocked her. It told her to come; it told her that she had no other choice. She knew just as well, her mother would be angry if she were to arrive at home without her jacket. She knew better than to disobey her mother, it was her job to listen to her elders, not to stand up to them defiantly. Karl already caused her mother enough grief anyways.

Her knobby fingers pulled gently at her hair as she tried to tuck it behind her small ear. The spiraling locks of sunset-colored hair tumbled over her shoulders like long staircases. Small bits of straying hair blew in the wind, calling out to the force of nature to be carried away. She had to make sure that it didn’t happen, in district 10, a girl without hair would be utterly disastrous.

Her eyes scanned the landscape around her, the rolling hills reflecting in her iced over eyes. The sky shone in them, a brilliant blue color that had silvery clouds dotting it as the colors spun around the center.

She pulled her chin up to the air, her light freckles visible in the sunlight. They ran around the bridge of her nose, up to her cheekbones and to her ears. Her mother had always told her that they were beautiful.

Her narrow face was outlined by the sun, the rays shining on her porcelain skin. Nodding her head, she continued to walk forward.

She once hurt a girl, stabbed her in the back with words of searing pain and hatred. Every word, it had meaning. Ever tear from the little girl, she felt more complete, like a missing piece had been put back into her heart. It was a good feeling, it was what some like to call power, or control. She always wanted it, more than anyone else, or at least that’s what she thought.

Every friendship has ended in her breaking the ‘friend’ into tiny, worthless pieces. Once they could no longer offer a service to her, she was done with them. It was always as simple as that. Whispers echo around corners, some say that she has no heart. Others want to be her friend, the naïve ones, the ones that are so gullible that they will believe absolutely anything. She has always liked those ones the best.

It has always been a guard, a precaution. To hurt others in such a laughable way. Sometimes she is able to come to her senses and realize that what she is doing is wrong. Many times though, she will stand there, laughing hysterically at the world and the idiots around her. Her mom says that she used to care, that she used to be an angel, pure and innocent. She knows that her mom is lying, her mother sees only good in her daughter, she herself, has set up a block in front of her silvery eyes. She can hardly see past.

Even so, There was a time, and still is, where She was caring and kind. It takes more than bribery or love, she is a kind of person that feels the need to respect someone if you owe them something. This is her philosophy, how she follows anything. In the world, love is a hard thing for her. The only person she truly loves is her Father. He treats her kindly and jokes with her, he understands her.

No one else can.