Aliya Ivashkov District 6 WIP

Aliya Ivashkov District 6 WIP Dec 20, 2013 21:01:13 GMT -5

Post by Anna Banana on Dec 20, 2013 21:01:13 GMT -5

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Aliya · Ivashkov
(noun) /pro-noun-ci-a-tion/
1. 14, Female, District 6, etc
2. Sexuality: Doesn't care about that stuff
3. words or phrase

“I can't see the world unless it's in a reflection, but all the mirrors are broken and the image is distorted...I can see Mik...but I can't touch him.”

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[/size]When I look in the mirror what do I see...I can barely see my own reflection, it's taken away by the image of someone I once held dear. Well, to be fair it wasn't someone I had ever seen until their face appeared on the little TV in our living room. I'd heard about him sure, all of us Ivashkovs knew about each other, it was a matter of being able meet each other. I never got that chance though, he was my idol and my hero, he was everything I wanted to be and more, he was like...the strength that made everything stay together for me. This isn't to say that my entire family doesn't mean something to me, but Mik...he was special, just the way he held himself was perfect and strong and proud.

What have I become, a girl who lingers by the mirror, staring at the reflection that stares back at her, and yet it's not even my reflection that stares at me, it's his. He was taken away, I can see him in my siblings, he is so much like us and yet not like us, we're individuals and we seem to each have a part of him in us. Is it wrong of me to think that way, clinging to the memory of a dead man? Seeing him in almost everything I look at or look into is a blessing and a curse because I don't want to forget him, but seeing him causes me pain. Every time I see him I remember how close he was to winning the Games, how close he had been to coming home.

Watching him die had been painful enough, but knowing I would never get to meet him personally made that pain seem to grow within me until it left me feeling empty and alone. Nothing seemed to make me happy unless I was clinging to my family members and taking every bit of time I could to be with them. They're my lifeline, I need to be with them, I can't lose another one of my family to the Games. I won't lose them...I will protect them...I will kill to keep them safe from the Capitol.

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