Faina Pishchalnikova // D6 // [FIN]

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Faina Pishchalnikova // D6 // [FIN] Dec 1, 2013 2:08:26 GMT -5

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Name: Faina Pishchalnikova
Age: 13
Gender: Female
District/Area: District 6
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BELOW

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History:

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Codeword: odair
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YAY ROOK COMA PLOT \o/

Last Edit: Dec 7, 2013 19:50:21 GMT -5 by arx

"I run on the road, long before I dance under the lights."

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Faina Pishchalnikova // D6 // [FIN] Dec 1, 2013 2:10:10 GMT -5

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Post by arx on Dec 1, 2013 2:10:10 GMT -5

F a i n a
P i s h c h a l n i k o v a

“ She knew the snow ...

and it carried her gently ... ”

"I'm sorry, but I just don't think we can fix this."

Marion clutched her husband's arm, burying her face within his shirt as tears began to make their way down her cheeks. This was easily the worst day of her life. Faina had only just turned 14 years old. Fourteen. That wasn't old enough for a child to be torn away from her. Both she and Nicholas had been pleading for the days and days on end that everything would turn out alright, that their mistake wouldn't become so sour that they caused a rot within their daughter's mind, but it seemed the praying had done little to help. The doctors had suggested they pull the plug. But how do two elderly parents just simply give up on their only daughter?

Nicholas was talking to the doctor now, but Marion's gaze was focused on the small child laying motionless on clean, white sheets across the room. Tubes criss-crossed around her; a mask over her face, an IV taped to her arm, a beeping machine telling us that she was still inside that little body somewhere. How do two elderly parents just simply give up on their only daughter?

But in that moment, though Marion could not see, the blonde haired princess was beginning to wiggle her toes beneath the sheets.

I am the snow child. The snow beneath my feet crunches beneath my thick winter boots, and when I remove my wool gloves, I don't feel any cold sinking in. So why not slip off my boots? I sit in the snow, Jay panting at my side, his little tongue dripping as he tries to catch his breath after chasing a snowshoe rabbit earlier. I pat him and he sits for me. "Good boy," I murmur, my breath billowing in giant clouds in front of me. I unlace my boots, slipping each of them off and tossing them aside before pushing myself off the ground, my feet melting into the white landscape. So pale, I look like I am growing from the snow once again. I smile and wiggle my toes, a sort of cold heat moving up from my toes to my legs, to my face, to the tips of my fingers until I am staring into a very white light. Suddenly my hand is no longer empty. I want to pull it away, the warmth of it making me fear for my life, but I my muscles refuse to move. Not even my eyes will open when I tell them to.

"Faina? Faina? It's a miracle! It's a miracle, look, look, she is squeezing my hand!"

And the voice is so sweet, reminding me of that night when the old man and woman built me up out of the snow. They built me with their love. And I guess what she says is true, I am squeezing tight, despite my need to be free of her touch. But she is my mother, right? That's how that works isn't it? That's when my eyes finally flutter open, blinking in order to adjust to the new light. But as soon as I open my eyes, I only want to shut them again because a very strong memory of heat forces my muscles into action all at once. I sit up with a start, a yelp escaping my throat as cords and needles pull within my veins. "No, no, Faina, honey, it's alright," but when I look at her their are tears streaming down her cheeks. Tears mean something bad has happened - this woman is lying to me. I tear my hand from hers. "No," I breathe, my voice much smaller than I intended it to be. The mask on my face fogs and I scramble to rip the contraption off of me, the air heavy and hot when I pull in a breath.

And then I begin screaming.

Faina's light blue eyes are not shining with love as the once did, but are ice cold and determined. "I want my fox back. I know you took him." Her chin is jutted out, her jaw set hard. Marion had always loved that determination within her little girl, but now it was just worrying. The doctors didn't know what to say. Some even had the audacity just to call it an "active imagination." But Marion knew her own daughter, and it was clear that the heat had burnt away some of the essential wires in her child's mind.

"You don't have a fox, darling." Marion says as evenly as she can. "He never existed." But Faina insisted, and soon enough, their was a waiting room of people looking at her daughter sprawled on the ground, kicking and screaming for her pet fox, Jay. When Marion tried to scold her and pick her up off the ground and into a seat, Faina's teeth shot out and clung to Marion's hand. She pulled it away in horror as blood rose at her knuckle. She was losing her daughter to a world that didn't exist. And she couldn't do a thing. Faina then ran into the freezing cold and began running down the street calling out loudly for her lost pet.

I still can't find Jay. I know my parents are hiding him, but they won't tell me where he is and they refuse to give him back. I've even said please! But now daddy has begun to tell me stories about a little girl. He tells me that they aren't just stories either, that this little girl is real and that he knew her. The story is hard to believe though. What kind of parents let their child roam around their factory unsupervised? Factories are dangerous places. They are hot and sticky and stuffed full of insulation. I've learned that going into them will make me melt, water running down my body and soaking into my clothes. Daddy says it isn't dangerous. He's called it, "sweat," I think? But I am certain he is going insane. He knows he built me from snow. He knows it's water.

I don't go to the factory anymore. In fact, I have my special room here at the hospital. The people here won't let me outside, not since I ran away that one day, but it has huge windows, and I can see the snow piling up outside. And if I wait long enough, sometimes I can open up the window to let the cold air in and eat the icicles dangling from the ledge. Once I woke up in the middle of the night to find I was melting again. I had to force myself not to panic as I stripped naked and pressed myself against the cold glass until I began to shiver. I didn't want to die. But it seemed everyone in this world was determined to heat me up and watch me disappear. Even mommy and daddy. They made me and sometimes I think they want me to disappear. I'm scared. When the hug me, there is a spot inside me that heats up. I have to push them away. They frown as if I were catching them in one of my traps, but they have to understand that they are truly killing me.

Sometimes even daddy's story about that little girl makes me get all warm on the inside. But I try really hard to suffer quietly through the stories because I do in fact like them. She likes snow cones just as much as I do. It started on a hot summer day (terrifying, right?) with the little girl, all dressed in her new wool sweater because she insisted on dressing herself and couldn't stand to throw out her baby blue, hand knitted sweater. She ate a snow cone that day, strawberry flavored, which was her favorite. (Same as me!) Her parents were hard workers and they took her to work a lot because they couldn't stand to leave her home alone or with someone else. They just loved her too much. But there love got her trapped in a big heated box, one with heaters and generators and a tin roof. Apparently the girl was dead for a really long time or something? Maybe she is still dead? He hasn't gotten to that part yet, so it is still a secret, but my guess is she is gone forever and her parents will never get her back.

They should've held on tighter.

"So who are you exactly?" Nicholas asks one of the nurses working in the rehabilitation facility as Marion looks on. The nurse laughs good-naturedly, though Marion doesn't think either Nicholas nor the nurse really understands how much this conversation makes her heart ache.

"I'm apparently a magical swan that morphs into a human when she has something important to say."

And Marion knows this conversation is meant to be good natured and light and generally nothing more than to pass the time, but she cannot make herself smile next to her husband. Her daughter was insane and each of them was essentially laughing at the poor child. As parents, they had messed up. Horribly. And though her husband could effortlessly pretend as if nothing was wrong, she could not. Her daughter was living in a fairytale and they were laughing at her. But whose fault was it? Who didn't watch her closely enough? Who wasn't aware of their own daughters cries for help while her brain fried? They were failures. They failed as parents, and now they were failing at being regular people. Laughing at a little girl for her unintellectual delusions ... how pathetic.

"I must say, I think she is raising moral around here though," the nurse adds with a smile as she returns to her work. And at that, Marion finds her eyes wandering to the little girl across the room, talking to one of the patients that was still unreachable. She was whispering something about an unbelievable magic. Nicholas must have heard it too, because he let out a heavy sigh and took a seat in one of the chairs nearby. Faina's small frame next to a stranger wasn't even that frightening anymore. This hospital was home now, and everyone in it was family. Especially to little Faina. She ran around telling every sleeping patient a story of who they were in her little fantasy land and, in turn, Marion was no longer able to control her daughter.

The old Faina was gone, but at least this new Faina will still just as happy as the old one.

“ She knew the land by heart ... ”

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Faina Pishchalnikova // D6 // [FIN] Dec 7, 2013 2:19:21 GMT -5

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