Celeste Rodriguez - D1 (WIP)

Love is some kind of thing only fools would dare to question. It comes naturally, when you need it most. But I never got it. Never. From just a tiny baby to a large teenager, not once have I ever felt the true effects of love. Maybe because I'm a monster. Even if I am a heartless person, at least I have one good thing about me. I am bulletproof. Insults don't hit me in the heart like they do to those other weaklings. It just scratches like brambles against my legs, tickling me softly, the pain soon to be passed. And I do not question it like the foolish people. I am more wise, despite my heartless nature around me. The environment and atmosphere around me just screams with the tone of hatred and there is no love in the black skies at night, where the stars are dim and the sun gone, tucked behind the grey clouds, never to be seen again. With the curtains drawn and the blanket covering me, I lock myself away from the outside world. I am unable to face it. Previous friends now do not recognize me, people who once liked me now ignore my whole existence.

Mother says I have the appearance and personality of nothing but a pure, heartless monster. With my cold atmosphere, ice lurks in my heart. My heart is made of stone with a layer of ice growing on it. Love is simply out of the question. Yet I do not care, for my life is long gone, the entire purpose of it flushed down the toilet. Mother says that it's not too late. Well, Mother is clueless. Absolutely clueless on how this world works. And although I try and try, I can never teach her the ways of survival. On top of all my problems, there's the yearly celebration of the downfall of District 13 and the growth of the Hunger Games. Of course, the celebration consists of a good old-fashioned game of The Hunger Games. And that is the sickest children's game I've ever experienced. A brutal fight to the death, imprisoned like caged animals in arenas of different climates with new terrors around each corner.

What do you think a monster looks like? Clawed, with bloodied fangs and red, dangerous eyes? Or just a simple appearance like mine? Hidden behind these emerald green eyes are aspects of a monster without the claws or the fangs. My teeth even agree, as they made me look like I have 'fangs'. The teeth are only slightly sharp but everyone calls me a vampire. The fact my skin is pale and pearly doesn't help. As chaos erupts the world, spreading the stuff everywhere, over every inch of the earth, as people die and dreams are destroyed, I am in the middle of it all. Many of those from my district believe in the Hunger Games and encourage it, illegally training in the hope of being able to represent our district.