Miscellany (Becca)

Sarah woke up that morning in a daze, a full out daze. She was used to seeing people ripped away to the Games each year, but one thing that she never imagined happened, someone who she had the utmost respect, and genuinely liked was pulled into them by the Capitol. As she thought more and more about it. she knew that she couldn't take much more. She laid there in her bed, hoping that trying to sort out her life wouldn't take too terribly long. She ran thtough the check list, pros and cons of her life. one by one:

1. Her brother is now officially safe from the Hunger Games being he wasn't chosen this year.

2. Timothy Hearst, a friend of hers was chosen.

3. She was passed over as the girl Career tribute yet again.

4. Suicide was an every present thought.

5. Her parents are both dead, always have been in her opinion.

6. Allen was probably a mess.

7. Her and Mark just broke up.

8. My life sucks.

That was the conclusion of it, her life was horride and sucked. She knew this already but basically the only pro to her life that she can find is her brother is now safe from the Games, and he would have won anyway. Now instead, she thought critically, he will become a killer.

Gently rising from bed, Sarah squinted at the sun the came in front window and padded her way out of her room. Her adoptive father was no where to be seen and so she grabbed a bowl and poured cereal in it.

She ate while walkuing back up to her room and sat down on her bed, watching a recap of what was the Reaping. Tears filled her eyes as she thought about Timothy. She had tried to smile in his direction at the Reaping, but she failed. She ended up looking like more of a deer caught in head lights, or maybe a lost puppy.

She had glanced over when Timothy had toward Dimitri an he had given a knowing nod and a look of pride, what he meant Timothy seemed to know but she didn't.

Sarah finished the cereal and set the bowl on her dresser, while grabbing clothes. After she dressed in a pair of skinny jeans and a zip up hoodies, she grabbed her backpack walked out the door. As she left she yelled to Dimitri who was undoubtedly lurking somewhere or other, "Hey Dimka! Going down to work out some emotions, be back or killed later!"

She heard a muffled got it coming from the third floor of her house. She walked out, slamming the door and breaking out into a sprint to the Career Gym.

Once there, she really didn't feel like dealing with the usual cockiness of Careers, nd if one person told her she was weak she may just commit suicide so she ran down into the basement. This was usually uninhabited other than by new Careers, so it was a safe bet she wouldn't have to deal with people.

As she walked there she caught the end of a fight between some ginger girl, and the last person her heart could want to see, Allen. She heard a comment about Allen saying who ever she was to respect brothers, which in a effort to anounce her apperance and make a light joke which might hide her inner destruction, "Don't listen to him, never respect brothers. Tourmenting them is more fun, just ask my brother Dimka. Hi Allen."

As she finished her statement she gave a weak smile and waved, walking over. She kicked the sword away and pulled Allen up and right into hug. She stood up on her tip toes, being as how she was so short, and whispered into his ear, "I'm sorry about Timothy, and I am here if you need me, always."

She backed up and broke the hug, and decided to question the ginger girl was. She stuck out her hand to shake, "Hi, I am Sarah."

Sarah dropped her hand after they shook and smiled a weak smile, “Hello Tabby.” She was Timothy’s sister. Timothy, Allen’s brother, the boy, no man, who had remained calm even when she freaked out, and more importantly, Timothy the tribute. She had only met Timothy, what, a month before, but she couldn’t help but like him. Of course she may have had a thing for his twin brother, but that was just a drop in the bucket about Timothy that was intriguing to her, but she most likely would never see him in person again. Maybe she would, but Sarah tried to be a realist if at all possible and she didn’t want to raise her hopes up to high.

Her breathing hitched as she closed her eyes. She was not going to let her emotions show at the Career Gym. She was only sixteen, and her brother would no longer be there to protect her. He would soon become something even he hadn’t foreseen, a trainer. She thought back to the conversation that they had with the Head Peace Keeper and there was a ‘suggestion’ that instead of joining the Peace Keeper force, which was at an abnormally high level, to become a higher ranked, Career and Peace Keeper Trainer. His official title would be Head Trainer of the Steel Weaponry Division, which was basically a complicated name for he would now teach Careers and Peace Keepers how to use swords, knives, spears, etc. Anything sharp and metal basically.

She turned back to Allen and blinked away the tears that were threatening to appear on her face. “You and er- you never told me you had a sister! Allen, are you embarrassed that your, little sister?” She looked quickly then decided she was right, “Yah your little sister can beat you in a sword fight?” She stuck her tongue out at him as a joke, and smiled lightly. The tears would not fall from her eyes, not here. Tonight in her bed, when no one was in ear shot, they would fall.

She unzipped her jacket and threw it, and her back pack, onto the ground in the corner where it wouldn’t be disturbed by anyone other than those who wanted to die. She lifted her shirt to pull out a knife from her vest, but when he saw her toned abs she immediately had a mix of anger and embarrassment written on her face. She pulled her tee-shirt down and tried to hide the blush that was on her face but it was useless. She realized about five milliseconds too late, that she was not facing the rest of the gym, or even the other girl, Tabby, but Allen. She had forgotten to put the knife vest on, which made her realize how out of it she really was.

Finally, Sarah realized that she wasn’t breathing, and thought about it critically. ‘No way in hell had this guy seriously left me completely breathless.’

"Am I alright," Sarah repeated slowly with a slight chuckle, "Am I alright?" Again she cautiously said the statement getting the full realization of jwhat actually was happening. Then, she burst out laughing. Not the sweet normal laugh she usually emitted but this was a psychotic laugh and if she wouldn't have been the one the sound came from she would have been scared.

Suddenly it hit Sarah, she wasn't alright. She was completely and totally destroyed. The last straw on the camel's back was Timothy going to the Games and it had caused her to snap. She fell to her hands and knees, trying to come to terms with it in her own mind, or at least enough that she would give an intelligent answer.

After a few deep breathes and a single tear drop falling from her eyes, she spoke up in a shakey voice, "I don't know, I really don't know." She tried to tell herself to stand up, but her body reffused to move in conjunction with her mind.

When she finally overcame the urge to break down right there, a few moments had passed. "I am the same Sarah, Dimitri is my brother." She said the words in such a voice that she didn't know that she had, it was so shakey.

After the answer, Sarah stood there. Feeling totally empty in her mind and her feelings. She needed to prompt herself, prompt herself to live.

Dimitri woke up early in the morning with his alarm, groaning but getting up anyway. He looked over at his clock, 5:30 am, and he just rolled his eyes. "Lovely, first day at work."

He grabbed his new I-Phone, furnished by the Capitol, so that the Peace Keepers can reach him. He didn't technically have to go to work until 10:00 am but then again he always got up early.

He swong his leg out of the bed and paded over to the corner of his room to where he kept his training shoes, and grabbed them. He slipped them on while sitting on the corner of his bed, and walked over to the privte gymm he had in his room. It was freshly furnished, in fact Sarah hadn't even heard about it yet, and that said nothing of their adoptive parents, they would probably get annoyed once they realized was was the adjoining room to his, otherwise known as the spare room, was changed into his own personal gym.

He started his morning work out, doing what he always did, and then ran on the state of the art tred mill, all the perks of being a member of Panem who respects the Capitol. He finished working out and returned to his room. He grabbed a fresh pair of jeans, a black polo shirt that denotes him as a trainer and had his name embroidered as Trainer Klipper, and shoved his phone in his pocket.

Dimitri then slipped into a pair of sneakers that were somewhat clean, and brushed his hair back into its normal style. He looked over at the clock, saw that it was 8:00 am and decided that food should probably come next. He was about to walk out the door when he heard Sarah yell that she was going to train so he would be alone for two hours.

He walked into the kitchen and poured out cereal. He began eating, but it didn't taste good to him so he only ate about half and walked out his front door silently. He was about turn down the main road when he felt his pocket vibrate and his ring tone cut through the quiet air.

He looked at the caller ID and it said Gym, so he figured it was a fellow trainer. He answered the phone but before he even got a word out, he heard the words of an urgent Allen.

"Um, two questions Allen. First and foremost, what's wrong? Secondly, how did you get this number?"

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Sarah looked over at Tabby as Allen said something about getting drinks. Great, seh thought increduously, I have just scared him half to death. Me and my break downs.

She looked at him go, not toward the drink machine, but rather toward the phone. She would bet good money that he was going to call her house trying to five her brother. So help her god if Allen called her adoptive parents she may have to take out her rage on him!

Then she turned back to Tabby, "Well Dimitri was mad one day, and Allen decided to pick a fight with him. Long story short Allen lost his arm, and Timothy had to come to his rescue him." Sarah said smiling slightly.

When Dimitri heard the sarcastic words coming from Allen, he clanched his fist till his knuckles were white and his short nails dug deep down into his skin, drawing blood. "I meant, I got the phone YESTERDAY! Not even Sarah has the damn number yet!"

He ran a hand through his hair and tried desprately to not come through the phone and murder him. That was a lost cause as he took deep breathes. "Just tell me why you called."

He needed to stay as calm as possible, he promised Sarah that he wouldn't kill Allen until Timothy got back. Then his world came crashing down around him and he heard the words, Sarah had had another mental breakdown. His mind raced back to a few years earlier when he had been called and someone volunteered for him, against his personal will but Sarah was only nine so he had to stay if the offer was given.

"The boy tribute from District 1 is. . . .Dimitri Klipper!" The mayor yelled as my eyes immediately shifted to my little sister, not even old enough to be Reaped, and I in the 12 year old section. She looked like she had lost it, and it killed me inside.

She first seemed dumbfounded, then she started to laugh, and run rampant. She starteed screaming and kicking, taking out a knife and slashing at Peace Keepers, yelling about how they would take me over her dead body.

I walked over, coming right to her, and gripping her wrist. I slapped her across the mouth and glarred down. "Stop acting like an invalid and grow up." I released her hand and walked onto the stage, fists clenched and jaw bitten down hard to the point of pain. "I volunteer!" Some kid yells out as I get to the stage. I nod and step down, allowing him to step up.

"I'll be there in less than five," Dimiri said snapping out of the flashback and breaking out into a full on sprint for 10 blocks until he hit the gym. He shoved his phone in his pocjet and walked in, slamming the door and almost breaking it off the hinges. "Zak, Sarah?" He said questioning his Peace Keeper best friend.

"Basement, uh with Allen and Tabby."

"Tabby?"

"His sister, younger."

"Sure," Dimitri said as he took long strides into the stairwell and burst through the doors to see Sarah looking rather, uh normal? Standing next to a girl who was obviously Tabby. "Hey Sarah, Tabby right?" He said motioning to Tabby.

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"Well honestly I was just there when Timothy and Dimitri were fighting, and Timothy was well, not in good shape and Dimitri was legless and there was yelling about a arm loss wasn't a flesh wound and that was abut it. What happened for real is probably never going to be found out." Sarah said with a small smile because she wouldn't put it past either to lie about what happened when testoterone was involved.

Just as she rolled her eyes Dimitri walked in looking ready to kill, yup Allen called him. "Hey Dimka, no I am fine, go to work. This is Tabby. Bye." She waved him off and turned back to Tabby. "This is my neurotic brother, Dimitri."

Dimitri was standing there when Tabby said she had heard alot about him, "Oh god," he mumbled as he couldn't help but smirk. As always, his slightly good mood was turned right to anger by none other than Allen.

The fairy comment pissed him off, yet again, and his fists clenched as he spun on his heel. Then he heard Allen cover his last comment with an absolutely horrible coverup. "Oh my god you're afraid of her!" Dimitri yelled as he burst out laughing and pointed at Allen.

He rolled his eyes as he watched Sarah's face go from surprise to pissed. He went to try and grab her shoulder, diverting the anger but she wrenched immediately out of his grip. She was really really pissed.

He watched quietly as he walked over to Tabby, "We might want to step back off the mat, this might get messy, fast." He put his hand gently on her shoulder and never stopped watching as he pulled her back lightly. Then, all hell broke lose in the form of a 15 year old girl.

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Sarah was annoyed that Dimitri was here, but he worked here now so she cannot exactly be overly annoyed. Then she heard Allen say something about phone fairies? Then cover it up, badly she might add and she had her concerns. Then Dimitri said about him being afraid of her, Allen wouldn't. . . but he DID!

Sarah was beyond mad, she was in a rage filled madness. She felt Dimitri's hand on her shoulder, and she shrugged out of it. "You did NOT just do that!" She screamed at Allen, face full of fury.

She went lunging toward him, not listening to his concern, reaching for a knive at her holster but realizing once again, she was out of it this morning. Instead she took a solid hit that contacte his chest at the perfect angle. While he was stunned she ran over to the knive rack and put on a basic belt with knives.

"You'll regrete it"

Sarah saw Luxa walk in but it didn't distract her from her rage. She was about to let the knife fly when Dimitri sent a kick to her wrist, knocking it right out of her hand and to the ground. She turned on him, completely lossing it, and wheeling around toward him, "What the F**K?!"

Dimitri didn't want this to go any further than what it was now, and took the action no one knew she needed. "Sarah, listen to me," He began calmly enough, but he grabbed her by the collar of her shirt roughly fire in his eyes that he didn't know was there. It scared Sarah, ligitimately scared her so she shut up and listened, "You aren't this, you are stronger. Push the darkness back."

He shook her at the last line, throwing her against the wall witih a thud. Her head cracked against the wall and she cringed. A small moan escaped her lips as she wondered what got into herself mildly, but then what got into Dimitri.

"I am sorry for punching you Allen," She said meekly but could barely look at him, he was just trying to help and she had tried to kill him. "I know you were just worried, oh hi Luxa! Love your hair!" She said waving slightly in her direction and smiling a bit.

"I'll er- I'll go I have cause enough trouble today," She didn't want to go but the only damage control she thought she could do at this point was to leave.

She started walking when she rubbed the back of her head and scratched the back of her head. When she pulled her hand down it was covered in thick, red, blood. "Nice Dimka, real nice."

Then just before she walked into the stair well she looked over her shoulder, "Allen I really am sorry. I have PTSD induced BPD that is triggered by stress. I er- well I um, I haven't taken my medicine in a long time, or I would have no emotions. I guess aybe I should rethink that."

Dimitri stood there dumbfounded, he thought she was still taking her medicine. He was really mad and was about to flip at her for it, but she was just at the door and it could be taken care of at home.