Oerphin Lanter, District 7 {done}

I am not the prettiest girl, though I have encountered few. None have ever talked to me because of my appearance. At least, that's what I think. My hair is long, red, and nappy and my skin feels somewhat grimy, so I imagine it must look that way. I know my teeth are fairly clean because when I run my tongue over them they are smooth. And there aren't many gaps in between them so I must be doing something right. My eyes were grey last time I checked. I haven't looked into a mirror in god only knows how long. And my ears are fairly proportionable. What more could I ask for?

A home maybe?

I know I'm short. Somewhere between 4'8 and 5'1. Sort of a wide range, but it's all I have. I'm not emaciated, far from it, but I am skinny. My arms and legs are lengthy compared to my body, but my head fits right. Doesn't feel to big. My figure is lean with minimal curves. I have barley matured, or maybe my breasts just don't have anything to grow on. You can see my ribs, which would explain the lack of "lady like features" in my possession.

I am isolated. I have always been isolated. I am not a very big people person due to my lack of communication with the outside world around me. I am scared of people for the simple reason that I do not encounter very many. And because of that, I fear I may always live in isolation. But once a year I come out of isolation in fear of death and view the reapings.

I have no choice.

Except for her...

I am stealthy. I lurk in the shadows of the night, in the trees and their height. I creep and I crawl almost soundlessly. Viewing those that pass anonymously. This is how I get food. I take from the ones that have it, and I feel regretful about it. But it is how I was raised.

She taught me well...

I am afraid of dying. Because of the pain she went through I have always been terrified of it. She made me watch as I saw what nature did to her, and how it was a blessing. I didn't think much of it, and it made me even more scared of the world. I have seen the tributes die on TV, their pain broadcasted to the world. It seems so brutish, so meaningless.

So painful...

I am terrified of feeling that pain...

My parents died when I was four. For a while I was locked up in an orphanage, crying, hiding from anyone who wanted to help me. I remember kicking some people in the shin. I don't remember what they looked like though. Or even what I looked like. But I remember my parents died and I was alone for a long time.

I had started sleeping in the woods at night and even spending some of my days in there. It wasn't until one day, after banging myself up pretty badly, that I decided to mount a tree, climbing nearly to the top that I met her. She was an orphan, like me, who had chosen to live in isolation. I bumped into her at the top of that tree. And she took me under her wing.

But after years of living together in the woods she had died. She was stung by a mass of wasps, causing her throat to swell. To top it off, she had landed in a tangle of poison ivy, which she was highly allergic to. Being to afraid of society and the people it harboured to do anything I was forced to watch her die. And I had never allowed myself to do two things after that;

I have never gotten close to another human being. I have never been associative. I have seized all communication with people when I am forced into the city annually. And whilst people try to associate and help me when I go on my rairds, I simply ignore them.

I also am now terrified of death. Nothing scares me more then going through the pain that she went through. If I was forced to pick an option I would rather die. If I was ever reaped...

Well...I guess I don't really know...

Done.