River Frost D3 WIP

I had a way then losing it all on my own
I had a heart then but the queen has been overthrown
And I'm not sleeping now, the dark is too hard to beat
And I'm not keeping now the strength I need to push me

Imagine: Living life everyday petrified of going outside, of leaving your home, of doing basically anything. Now imagine you are a fourteen year old girl living in District three surrounded by a family that has taught you to be afraid of everything. Get the picture? That's River's life day in and day out. She lives in fear of the people in the district and spends each day at home, protected by her family.

You show the lights that stop me turn to stone
You shine it when I'm alone
And so I tell myself that I'll be strong
And dreaming when they're gone

Pale blue orbs peer out from behind an identical copy of the owners self, one stray brown-blonde curl escaping from the neat bun sitting atop her head. Her fingers curl over the shoulders of her sister, holding on to her as if her life depended on it. The nails have been bitten down to the beds while the hands are long and delicate. A few slight scars criss-cross her hands from days when her parents lost their tempers with how fearful she was about everything and smacked her. Her sister tried to protect her but it was no use, when father or mother got angry, there was nothing you could do to calm them until their anger was finished. Unfortunately, more often than not, it was River who got the brunt of it. Maybe that’s why she’s so afraid of everything. Her sister turns, making it look as if you’re looking into a mirror sideways, they’re mirror twins. River’s right eye is a slightly darker shade of blue than her left, Snake is the opposite with her left eye being a darker shade of blue than her right.

'Cause they're calling, calling, calling me home
Calling, calling, calling home
You show the lights that stop me turn to stone
You shine it when I'm alone home

She lays on her side, looking at her sister who lies beside her, Her slightly round cheeks press against the soft pillow, her eyelids partially closed. The eyelashes hang over her partially closed eyes, her eyelids are a slight shade of violet, not too much that it looks unnatural but just enough to make her pretty. An ugly scar, however, covers her right cheek from a scratch that she picked the scab off of. Her feet barely reach the floorboards, although the blanket covering her doesn't quite cover her small feet. They're cold, as they tend to get too often and she pulls her knees in, hiding her feet under the blanket.

Voises I play within my head
Touch my own skin and hope that I'm still breathing.
And I think back to when my brother of my sister slept
In an unknown place the only time I feel safe

You show the lights that stop me turn to stone
You shine it when I'm alone
And so I tell myself that I'll be strong
And dreaming when they're gone

'Cause they're calling, calling, calling me home
Calling, calling, calling home
You show the lights that stop me turn to stone
You shine it when I'm alone home