Coral Mist - D4 [done]
May 14, 2014 12:54:50 GMT -5
Post by arya on May 14, 2014 12:54:50 GMT -5
C O R A L M I S T
District 4 - Female - Fifteen
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I live with my older brother and my father in a cabin, just by the sea. I love the sea, it’s alive somehow. The sea gets mad and it expresses its rage in the storm. At other times the sea is peaceful, it’s quiet. It carefully rocks you back and forth, back and forth, like a baby in a cradle. To me, being close to the sea has always been made me find inner peace. The sound of the waves hitting the beach calms me down. I swim like a fish in the sea and I fish even better. The sea is my friend, and it always comforts me when I’m feeling down.
As I just mentioned, I live with my brother, Shell and my father. My brother just turned 17, and I love him. He always protects me, against everything. Shell is the only one I really know. He’s the only one who really knows me. I never would have survived those painful years alone with my father. He drinks a lot, father. When he does, he’s never his nicest self. Actually, he’s not nice at all. Maybe I’m just whining, it’s not like he ever hurt me. He just gets rude and tells us horrible, horrible things. I never quite forgiven him for the way he treated us as kids. He’s a lot better now, to be honest. He barely ever drinks anymore. When he does, it all goes back to as it was before though.
I remember one night, just a few years ago. I just got home from the beach, and I walked into the cabin. I could smell it right away, the stench of alcohol and smoked up cigarettes. The smell is almost unbearable to me. As I was on my way into me and my brothers room, my father saw me. He forced me to sit down, to listen to when he told me about the fact that I murdered my mother. He told me such horrible things. That he never loved me because he knew what I did, that I never should have even been born. He continued on until my brother got home. I was devastated when he arrived, just completely devastated. I cried my eyes out on my brothers shoulder, before he made my father apologize and leave me alone. I’d probably never forget that night though. I think it’s a little bit of truth, hiding inside all of those hateful words.
Don’t get me wrong, I love my father. He is a wonderful, wonderful man, as long as he’s not drunk. When he is sober, he treats me like a princess. I’d never question his loyalty, he’d probably do anything for me. Anything, besides laying of the booze. That is the one thing that is harming me, and the one thing he could never do.
My mother died delivering me. I think she might have bleed to death, I don’t know because the ones who knew her never wants to talk about it. My father has been this way ever since, my relatives tell me. It doesn’t feel that good, being the reason for your own fathers sorrow. It doesn’t feel that good, killing your mother before you were even born. I can tell you that. People tell me not to blame myself, but it’s kind of hard not to. If it wasn’t for me, she’d still be alive. No, of course I couldn’t help it, but anyways.
I was close to dying to, they told me. I was just about to be strangled when my mother got me out. She knew it would mean her own death, but she refused giving me up. They say her last words was to tell me and my brother she loved us, that we would always be her biggest happiness, even until her last breath. I guess that is beautiful, but it’s also so sad. I can’t believe I never got to meet her. She seems like she would have been the most wonderful mother.
I can be very nostalgic. I love remembering old memories and such. Honestly, I spend most of my time daydreaming. About the past, the present, the future or just pure imagination. It doesn’t matter. I get caught up in my own thoughts a lot. Sometimes, it makes me seem quite reserved and nonchalant. I have no intention of acting that way, I just float away in my own imagination. I hate it when I’m acting rude without even noticing it.
I consider myself to be a positive person, I might even claim this to be my greatest strength. I can always see the light in the end of the tunnel, no matter how long the tunnel might be. According to me, that is a great characteristic. I often manage helping people out of depression and such by using positive energy. I try my best to make people around me happy, at all times. I hate it when people get upset and spread all of that negative energy, I really gets me down. I try to help them when they do, not because of selfish reasons like I don’t want their negative energy.. No, I just hate feeling sad, and I wouldn’t wish that on anyone.
I got long brown hair that is always messy. I have this big curls, and really thick hair that is almost impossible to brush. I do sometimes though, but it is so painful. I’m not that concerned about my looks, so I don’t even mind it being all messy. I have to brush it though, because it gets tangled together in big knots. Sometimes I think about cutting it of entirely, but then I remember that I am actually a little bit too vain. Short hair wouldn’t go well with my face either.
My eyebrows really bother me though. They’re so light, it doesn’t go well with my hair at all. They create no contrast, and my eyelashes are the same way. I’d prefer to have dark hair and eyelashes like the other girls around the district. It’s so mysterious somehow. I’d like to be mysterious, but I’m really not. I'm kind of well developed for my age though, and sometimes it makes the older men stare. That makes me seriously uncomfortable. I guess I can be kind of boyish, not caring about the way that I look or dress as much. I usually just put on whatever I can grab. It almost never match, but I don't mind.
Name: Coral Mist
Age: 15 years old
District: 4
Codeword: Odair
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