A new house (Avalon, Tori)
Mar 16, 2010 23:31:14 GMT -5
Post by ~Avalon~ on Mar 16, 2010 23:31:14 GMT -5
Kylene
I sighed as Farin pointed determinedly at my necklace. It was the last thing I needed to be reminded of but I didn’t think that Farin would give up right now. I twirled a piece of my hair around two of the finger in my right hand. I didn’t want Farin to think I was psycho and that was what most people thought when Lyric was mentioned. I went blank, cold and usually paled completely. People would think I was creepy and usually didn’t talk to me again after that, not that I minded.
I looked off out into the garden and said, “Farin, would you believe me if I told you? Most people don’t understand.” I laughed at the question; if anyone understood what I had gone through it would be her. An Avox.
“When I was younger, my best friend was an Avox. Her name was Lyric.” I remembered her perfectly after all these years. Her hair had been cut unevenly short but it was a shining blond. Her eyes had been green, she had always teased that they had grown that color from reflecting the forests. And she had been my only friend in a world I was scared of. When I had been scared at night she was the one that held me, that told me everything would be okay, I had only been six while she had been almost eleven. Now that I think back on it she was probably scared herself, but she protected me, the little Capitol girl that owned her, from the terrors of the dark and anything else I was scared of. “She had been brought in when she was 9 for living in the forest with her brother, who ran a rebel force. She became my friend, my sister, and anything else I wanted her to be.” I turned away from Farina s the memories started to make my eyes tear up. I was determined not to cry. I had lasted the paintings; I could last through the story. Taking a deep breath I continued, “We found the room that’s now yours on accident, when we were running around. We made it our hide away, our escape form the rest of the house. Some of the other servants knew and actually set up the bell system you heard earlier, to let us know when my mother or father was coming up. We played like that for a few years before I actually witnessed her beaten. She had been beaten before, I had seen the bruises, but I didn’t know what they were from, she just told me she fell, or something like that. I was younger, I believed her. But then I saw her beat for dropping a porcelain plate. My mother did it herself, it’s one thing she won’t mind getting her hands dirty for.” I shuddered with the memories. “I had been hiding behind a door and a little bit later I went to my mother. I told her that Avoxes were people too and she had no right to do that to Lyric. My mother was convinced Lyric had corrupted me, was turning me evil. She had Lyric killed, in front of me. I was seven at the time.”
I looked over at Farin and said, “I drew those pictures after her death, I was convinced it was all my fault. My mother put me into psychiatric centers to try and help me. They didn’t but I finally deiced to put the past behind me and instead work toward helping Avoxes and the Districts. I locked them up there then put the key on a desk. I never actually looked in the chest again it was just reassuring to know that I always could. One day I lost the key, I was thankful really, because hen I could never look at those pictures again. Then I found it.” I rubbed the key around my neck absentmindedly and said, “I thought that after all this time I would be able to face them, but I couldn’t. Not even nine years after the fact.” I looked down at the locket around my neck that was next to the key. “Lyric told me before she was killed that I had to promise her something. I had o promise I wouldn’t grow up like the rest of the people of the Capitol. I wouldn’t use other people no matter who they were, and most importantly, that I would never falter in trying to help everyone else in Panem. I’ve tried, so long, to do what I can. For Avoxes for people on the streets. But I can’t even look at my own paintings.” Looking at Farin I hesitated and then asked, “Will you keep this for me? Until I can open the chest again?” I slipped the silver chain off my neck and held it out to her. I was dying for her to take it I wouldn’t be able to live with it constantly on my neck.
At least not yet.
I sighed as Farin pointed determinedly at my necklace. It was the last thing I needed to be reminded of but I didn’t think that Farin would give up right now. I twirled a piece of my hair around two of the finger in my right hand. I didn’t want Farin to think I was psycho and that was what most people thought when Lyric was mentioned. I went blank, cold and usually paled completely. People would think I was creepy and usually didn’t talk to me again after that, not that I minded.
I looked off out into the garden and said, “Farin, would you believe me if I told you? Most people don’t understand.” I laughed at the question; if anyone understood what I had gone through it would be her. An Avox.
“When I was younger, my best friend was an Avox. Her name was Lyric.” I remembered her perfectly after all these years. Her hair had been cut unevenly short but it was a shining blond. Her eyes had been green, she had always teased that they had grown that color from reflecting the forests. And she had been my only friend in a world I was scared of. When I had been scared at night she was the one that held me, that told me everything would be okay, I had only been six while she had been almost eleven. Now that I think back on it she was probably scared herself, but she protected me, the little Capitol girl that owned her, from the terrors of the dark and anything else I was scared of. “She had been brought in when she was 9 for living in the forest with her brother, who ran a rebel force. She became my friend, my sister, and anything else I wanted her to be.” I turned away from Farina s the memories started to make my eyes tear up. I was determined not to cry. I had lasted the paintings; I could last through the story. Taking a deep breath I continued, “We found the room that’s now yours on accident, when we were running around. We made it our hide away, our escape form the rest of the house. Some of the other servants knew and actually set up the bell system you heard earlier, to let us know when my mother or father was coming up. We played like that for a few years before I actually witnessed her beaten. She had been beaten before, I had seen the bruises, but I didn’t know what they were from, she just told me she fell, or something like that. I was younger, I believed her. But then I saw her beat for dropping a porcelain plate. My mother did it herself, it’s one thing she won’t mind getting her hands dirty for.” I shuddered with the memories. “I had been hiding behind a door and a little bit later I went to my mother. I told her that Avoxes were people too and she had no right to do that to Lyric. My mother was convinced Lyric had corrupted me, was turning me evil. She had Lyric killed, in front of me. I was seven at the time.”
I looked over at Farin and said, “I drew those pictures after her death, I was convinced it was all my fault. My mother put me into psychiatric centers to try and help me. They didn’t but I finally deiced to put the past behind me and instead work toward helping Avoxes and the Districts. I locked them up there then put the key on a desk. I never actually looked in the chest again it was just reassuring to know that I always could. One day I lost the key, I was thankful really, because hen I could never look at those pictures again. Then I found it.” I rubbed the key around my neck absentmindedly and said, “I thought that after all this time I would be able to face them, but I couldn’t. Not even nine years after the fact.” I looked down at the locket around my neck that was next to the key. “Lyric told me before she was killed that I had to promise her something. I had o promise I wouldn’t grow up like the rest of the people of the Capitol. I wouldn’t use other people no matter who they were, and most importantly, that I would never falter in trying to help everyone else in Panem. I’ve tried, so long, to do what I can. For Avoxes for people on the streets. But I can’t even look at my own paintings.” Looking at Farin I hesitated and then asked, “Will you keep this for me? Until I can open the chest again?” I slipped the silver chain off my neck and held it out to her. I was dying for her to take it I wouldn’t be able to live with it constantly on my neck.
At least not yet.
It's like reading a book. 
) and wondered if I would be able to get knew ones soon.
