Briar Rose District 11 Finished
Feb 26, 2014 23:02:54 GMT -5
Post by Anna Banana on Feb 26, 2014 23:02:54 GMT -5
B R I A R R O S E D I S T R I C T 11 |  Hi, my name is Briar Rose, and my sissy is in the 66th Hunger Games. I know she's going to win because she promised me she would, she told me she would come back home and she wouldn't leave me alone. Mama tells me that Moss will come home too, she says sissy is smart enough to get through these trials and beat out the other kids. I believe her too, I've seen what sissy can do when she would go out on walks with me, she's smart, she's very smart and I believe in her. My mom and sisters and brothers used to tell me stories about the Hunger Games, and how they kids didn't really die, that the Capitol just took them away and sent them back home after it was all over. I had no reason to believe they would lie to me though, they're my family, I would expect them to tell me the truth. template by chelseyI've always been the little baby, I'm the youngest out of all of us, and I've always been treated like I'm a fragile little doll. In truth I might just be a fragile little doll, I'm never without one of my siblings at my side, protecting me and keeping me safe. I don't mind though, I guess it's like...they just want to protect me right, they just want to keep me safe from whatever is out there. Though the trouble with all that is, I don't know what's out there, I don't even know if what I DO know is reality or the fake perception my family wants me to know. I was going to ask my sister before she was taken away, we were supposed to talk about it all on one of our walks. I'll just have to wait until she comes back home, my mom promises me she will, and mom never breaks a promise to me. Those were the thoughts that entertained my mind while I ate at our small table, the thoughts that consumed me. I dare not speak up at the table, my mom had a thing for staying quiet at the dinner table, at least for the younger kids. We were deemed not old enough to share an opinion on the things they discussed, not that I ever made any sense of what they discussed anyways, but I felt like I should at least have an opinion on things. Once dinner was over I took my small wooden bowl to out makeshift sink and dropped it in. I excused myself from the table and walked to my room, or rather Moss' room, we had been sharing it before she left, and sat down in front of the tiny mirror that served as out vanity. What I saw was a small girl, fragile and dirty from living in the poverty that was around us. My hair was messy and there were small rings under my eyes from the lack of sleep. I had to get up at the same time as everyone else to get to work, and while my work load wasn't as strict as the others, I still wore out all my little girl energy. I wasn't built for this kind of thing, I was thin and frail, and if I'm being honest Moss had always done my share of the work while she was here. She had told me it wasn't right for a girl my age to be working like that, that the Capitol shouldn't be able to tear away my innocence like that. Who was I to argue, I had nothing else to think back on, I didn't know what she was talking about, but I always believed her anyways. I looked closer at the reflection and saw that the light in my eyes was still there, that there was a certain sparkle to them that I didn't see in the eyes of the other girls my age. What was it that made me different, why did I still look so much like a baby when all the other girls my age looked so much more...mature. Was it because they worked and I didn't, because I wasn't being told the same things they were? I could see them crying out in the fields while I watched from one of the branches of a tree, but why were they crying, they weren't hurt so why should they cry? When I asked Moss about it she just told me that one day I would understand, and me in my most angelic voice would ask her how far away that day was. She would give me one of those smiles of hers, those perfect smiles, and brush a strand of hair from my face. It wasn't an answer, but it was enough to keep me quiet. There was just something about how she did it, how she handled me that told me I shouldn't ask too many questions. Part of me was curious though, why was I being stifled like that, why couldn't I pursue knowledge? All I could do was sit around and study the books that were in the house, over and over again I would read them until I could practically recite them from memory. That what I was doing out in the fields, I would recite the stories to my siblings, giving them something to listen to while they toiled away in the fields. I would even sing the little songs that were on the pages, my soft voice breaking the silence in an otherwise dead world. Maybe sissy wanted to keep me that way, maybe she didn't want me to ever be like them...maybe this was all to protect me. I stand up from the mirror and walk to the window, opening it up and letting the cool night air blow through the room. I stare up into the moon and wonder if it's the same moon that Moss can see, are we sharing that same moon right now or are things different in the Capitol. I wonder if she thinks of me at all while she's in the arena, I wonder if she remembers the little songs that I would sing in the fields while she worked. I wish I could send her something now, just something that she could remember me by...she must be so lonely in the arena right now. When she comes home I'll have to give her something, I'll have her tell me all the stories about what happened in the arena. After all...mom promised she'd come home right, she would be coming home...right? |
Odair
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