Finch Evernight ~~ District 2 {Finished.}

FINCH EVERNIGHT

16 Years Old
Male
District 2

(( A P P E A R A N C E ))

Blond hair, blue eyes. Your stereotypical boy. Hair as blonde as morning sunlight, eyes as blue as the calming sea. Handsome, you could say, perfect even, but I am far from it. People hardly notice the many scars covering my body, or the strange pale discolouration of my face that makes the rest of the body look much tanner than it actually is. Of course, scars and skin colour are only minor oddities. But if you get to know me well enough, and I let you look closely enough, my left shoulder appears to have a slight curve in it. Hardly recognizable at first glance, but unmistakable once you have seen it once. This is all that is left of my conjoined twin. Of course, it looks quite messy, but then again the operation was quite messy.

But those gruesome details will come later.

Moving past my face, the next thing you will notice is my height. I am incredibly short for a 16 year old, but this is my advantage. Unlike the other guys in District 2, I am small and agile, and what I lack in strength I make up for in speed. Because of my frail figure, you could quite easily mistake me for a young child – maybe 13 or 14 years old. Due to my appearance nobody ever expects very much of me and my abilities, but if only there was a way to prove my worth to them. Then I could show them I’m so much more than just a small, misunderstood boy whom everybody seems to overlook. But unfortunately, nobody seems to care whether you are a fast runner. After all, when would speed ever beat power in a battle? And of course, there are plenty of those here, hence the scars on my arms, legs, face; basically all over me.

I always seem to dress quite smartly, as I don’t tend to outgrow the clothes that my brothers have handed me down over the years. No matter how old I get, it must be God’s wish for me to be eternally short. Of course, 150 cm isn’t midget sized, but the fact that I only weigh 43 kgs doesn’t do much for me. Even though I have a wide collection of lovely clothes at my disposal, I prefer to dress in more casual clothes. Of course, my father does not like this. He wishes for me to wear a suit and tie, to give the impression that we are much richer than we actually are. So I am often forced into a suit for simple tasks such as collecting the morning newspaper and such. I always seem to get the easy tasks, due to my lack of muscle and strength. What is the use of a boy in District 2 if he can hardly pick up a flail? Pathetic, really. There’s no place for a boy like me in District 2 – skinny, short, small – oh, the shame. The only thing that really makes up for it is my keen eyesight, so I guess I’m not a complete waste of space, right?

(( P E R S O N A L I T Y ))

Moving onto my personality, I’m sad to say it’s not something I’m incredibly proud of. My small figure makes me look like a nerd, and of course everyone just assumes that I have the personality of a typical nerd. Awkward, lonely, weird and creepy are all words I have heard people mutter when they first lay their eyes on me. But to be quite honest, I’m not the awkward nerdy type – I’m actually quite outgoing and out-there, but no one ever gives me the chance for me to show it. Some of the other traits that I like to think of as nice ones about me are that I always try to help people. There’s a lot of stuff in District 2 that can take a long time to master, whether it is testing out weapons or creating new weapons. Of course, I’m one of the “nerdy” people that gets stuck in a factory working on new weapons for other people to use. What I would give to be tall and muscly, like the other guys. They get everything – money, respect, and not to mention girls.

I’m also actually quite depressed. I know, everybody goes on about how depressed they are or how bad their life is and blah blah blah, but when I say I’m depressed, I really mean it. It’s when you’re at that point in your life when nothing can make you happy except for maybe one thing, and that one thing for me is running. That’s all I’m really useful for anyway, so best to make the most of my one asset I guess. As for the cause of my depression, let’s just say that I’ve been hurt a lot in the past.

But depression is only one of the many negative personality traits I have. To be honest, I’m not very nice. I don’t like to admit it, but I need to be honest. I’m rather untrustworthy, and even though I tell myself not to spread secrets it always just “slips out”. I hardly ever keep promises, and I'm quite sneaky. I can lie to your face and you won't even know it, then I'll turn around and stab you in the back (( not literally, but you get the point )). As well as being a loud-mouth, I also like to think I’m so much better than everyone, which is quite stupid really, seeing so I’m so much weaker and less impressive than the other boys living here. I just don’t like to be counted out, and can you really blame me? Also, I have a rather aggressive nature, and can tend to get pretty mean when you start me up. I’m not really much of a people person, but I do get lonely at times, and yeah, it sucks. I should probably try and change my attitude, but is it even worth it? People still judge on looks rather than personality, so I guess I’ll just forever be the small wimpy guy who nobody likes.

But you still need to look on the positive side of things, and I just run. Run and never stop until I can’t think of anything anymore. And then I’m happy for a little while. Wow. This is so sad. I’m so damn depressing. Not my fault though. It actually started a long time ago…


(( H I S T O R Y ))

Now, I suppose I have a few gaps I have to fill in. I don’t like talking about my past, but hey, what have I got to lose? I may as well start with the conjoined twin. This is what I’ve been told..

You see, when I was born, my mother unfortunately passed away right after my birth. My dad was distraught, so it took him a while to notice the extra head sticking out of my shoulder blade. As soon as he saw it, he fainted. Such a big, tough guy like my dad fainting was hard to believe. Anyway, there wasn’t really any “safe” way to remove the head, and for dad, the choice whether to remove the head or not was quite obvious. So he immediately got his best mate, and with one swing of the mace, the head was knocked off my shoulder, and was splattered across the ground. Bits of the face flew off in every direction, and I was left with a huge hole in my shoulder. After that I got medical help, and it took a long time for the hole to heal and my own head to go back into place. I’m fine now, but there’s still quite a noticeable mark in my shoulder.

It’s sad really. If I had kept the head, I might actually have a friend. Everybody thinks I’m weird anyway. And with only me and my dad living in the same house, it can get kind of lonely.

As for my depression, that’s a completely different story. When I was 13, I had my first love. ((Ugh, can’t believe I just wrote that, I hate JB :/)) And for a while everything in my life was perfect. She liked me, I liked her, and nothing could make me sad. No amount of taunting or teasing brought me done. This love went on for about 2 months, and it was by far the best 2 months of my life. Ever. But all things come to an end, and one day she said she was over me. Like, we weren’t going out, but we may as well have been, and yeah, it hurt. A lot. So for a long time I didn’t do anything, I just couldn’t stop thinking about her. Of course my father got worried, and that was when I realised I had depression.

It’s hard to fake being happy when you’re not.

It just seemed like everywhere I went reminded me of her. Everything I saw, everything I heard. It was horrible. I tried to tell myself to stop loving her, but I couldn’t. And the thing that hurts the most is that we used to talk all the time, and now we hardly ever talk. Hell, I haven’t even seen her since 3 years ago. I’ve never really healed I guess, and the depression just got worse as I got older. I began to realise how hard it was without a mother, and I cried myself to sleep for so many nights. I still do. But no one could ever know about it. Crying is a sign of such weakness in District 2. I just wish I had someone to confide in, like I did with her so many times in the past. But those days are long gone, and the future just looks like me being stuck in a factory forever.

Funny. Through all of these bad memories, there is one good thing I remember.

It was a long time ago – I couldn’t have been any older than 6 – and my father never let me out of his sight. I was often forced to come along to battle training with him and watched him get beat up on so many occasions, I can’t even begin to count how many there were. Anyway, some of dad’s mates encouraged me to get up and have a go. I remember being scared out of my mind, but I reluctantly agreed. My dad sat back and watched on proudly, hoping I would be as good as a fighter as he was. The mace was swung at me, and it barely missed my nose. They began laughing at me, and determined to prove my worth, I grabbed a tiny axe and swung at the man. It chopped off one of his fingers. I couldn’t believe it! Maybe I would trun out to be as good as my dad after all.

But after that strike of mine, the man’s eyes turned red. Literally, they looked like 2 balls of fire. I knew I was in for a world of pain. Without thinking, I ran past the man and tried to put as much distance between us as possible. Of course, the man began to pursue me, and I was so scared. I could just make out my father’s anxious calls, but I couldn’t stop running yet. Anyway, the man was gaining, and with a final burst of energy, I ran flat out. To my surprise, it was easy! Before long I was a good 500m away from the man. And that was when I realised I wasn’t going to be completely worthless. That I would be alright after all.

That day was the second best moment of my life. It came right after being with her. It’s too painful to even say her name. As for the third best memory of my life… well, there isn’t one.



(( O T H E R ))

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