As I stated above my name is Diamond, Diamond Nixton to be precise. I am a young fifteen year old girl living in District 3 with my father and old brother Prism. However, I am not a normal girl for I am one of the most wealthy children within the district. That would all be because of my incredibly prominent father who is the head of several major factories for the Capitol. You see I never asked for the wealth I was given, it was simply thrust upon me the second I entered the world. Yet that night of my birth was not a very happy and celebratory night at all. In fact, it was a night filled with great sorrow and anger, all that were linked to my birth. My mother was a kind and generous woman, at least that's what I have been told, and I took her away from my father and from the world. I murdered her as my father said everyday until I was seven when he finally seemed to have gotten over the unfavorable events of that evening.
I am sure you have numerous questions as to what I am talking about so, allow me to answer them now. During the epic and painful struggle of my birth something what astray about half way through. My mother began bleeding heavily and the doctors had to act quickly to try to save us both. Realizing a natural birth was no longer possible they preformed a dangerous procedure on my mother from whom they successfully extracted me. However, my mother was not as lucky as I, she had lost too much blood and within minutes of my up bringing into this world my mother was dead. Prism told me of how our Father stormed into the room where my now deceased mother and I lay. He told me of how my Father cursed at me, screamed at me saying I was a devil who killed his beloved wife. He even told me of how my Father said I could at least have been a boy then maybe it would have been slightly more acceptable. Yet, I was indeed not a boy but a girl, and far from a daddy's little girl back then.
The negative treatment from my father towards me continued on throughout my entire young childhood. There was even a point in time when he had shut me out so badly that he left his servants to raise me. That time period lasted an entire two years between myself being three years of age to five years of age. Even Prism at first felt off about me, however, he came around far faster than our Father. After only a year of my life was he there taking care of me, raising me while our Father would not. It was so unfair for dear Prism too, he had to mature at such a young age of five to become basically a father himself. However, because of his strife and his compassion towards me when I was thrown away into the dark has he formed an unbreakable bond between us. I know that he will always be here for me, that whenever I fall he will help pick me back up again. Even though now I see him more as my brother, I will never forget the time he spent as my father.
Although as time progressed and I grew older, the tables almost seemed to change. For some reason I can't explain but Prism believes is my natural ability to be a perfect wealthy princess, our Father favors me more. Ever since I was seven really and was a girl who always used her manors, was polite, pleasant to be around, and intelligent, my Father couldn't get enough of me. It was also around this time that Prism's incident occurred. One day while in one of our Father's factories Prism got too close to a machine and it nearly grinned away his arm. Luckily it didn't and it only left a long gruesome scar as a permanent reminder on Prism's arm. To me it was a miracle that Ripred above was watching over Prism, but our Father did not share my point of view. He saw it as a mark of failure and devastation, he blamed Prism for being overly foolish and even threatened to have him sent away. Yet both Prism and I knew he could never send Prism away, for he was the heir to our Father's Empire.
Really ever since then I became our Father's little Angel Princess. He took me to all his parties, introduced me to all his friends and employees, and really displayed me to everyone. At first, I thoroughly enjoyed all the attention and time with him because I felt like he finally loved me, and I do truly think he does. However, I also see it as him being incredibly selfish for he only uses me for his own needs. Never does he ask what I love to do, or how I think about things. Never does he care to know the true personality of his own daughter!
If he were to really care, he would know how much I love to draw and paint. He would know that it first started when I was younger and felt so alone that it was my only outlet for my feelings. Those artistic works all desplayed sad scenes typically of a little girl locked a way in a cage surrounded by darkness. Prism would always tell me of their beauty and he would encourage me to keep perusing this love that our Father did not know. As time came to pass my art changed from the darkness in which it began to pieces of beauty and light. I would paint vivid images of waterfalls, islands, forests, and really anything I found beauty in. These became the paintings Prism adored the most. He would claim that they would sweep him away to another land by just glimpsing at him. He would smile as his eyes stared intently at my art and I would smile too. He was always my biggest supporter and still is today.
As time moved on and I grew even older my extensive curiosity locked onto something new. I remember the day clearly, I was nine and decided to turn the television on. What I discovered shocked me. I watched as a skillfully flexible girl from district two killed a vibrant red haired girl from district four. I witnessed a thing my father told me was just a show and realized it wasn't. I watched as the blood spilled from River as she died and I saw the pain on Cricket's face... and I knew it was real. From that point on came my fascination with the Games. While most try to avoid thinking of the Games they became all I wanted to think about. At first I spent my free time sneaking away to watch past Hunger Games beginning with the 54th. I watched Arbor, Aranica, Topaz, Heron, Lithe, Mace, Julian, Klaus, and Peridot all win their Games. I watched as all their fellow tributes were slaughtered, yet that wasn't enough. I began painting images of past tributes and arenas that intrigued me. I painted images of Siren Baitwell laying dead on the golden sands of the 67th arena. I painted Opal Shore standing triumphantly over Yaa as the Bonsai Tree stood faintly in the background. What ever I found to catch my attention I painted onto a canvas. Of course I couldn't allow Prism or our Father to discover this so I hid all these paintings away in a secret space under a broken plank of wood in my bedroom. I know many people would see these interest in the games as disturbing, but I don't love the games and the fact that kids are killing each other. I just find a kind of twisted beauty in the arenas and the stories produced within them.
However I have other loves besides painting such images. For example I am a naturally, well, sociable person. I enjoy spending time with others of my age... preferably boys. Of course I don't do anything too extreme with them that anyone needs to know of. I'm not a bad and inappropriate girl. I just enjoy seeing how boys react to certain situations such as a kiss or two. I am sure my Father and Prism especially wouldn't approve of all this so I keep it hidden from them. They know me as honest and intelligent Diamond so they don't think twice to doubt me when I tell them I am going to a friends house. The worst I get is they ask who's house I am going to and I make up any random girl's name I can think of, and just like that I am off. One would think my Father would keep better tabs of his princess but like I said, he only needs me when he has something benefitting him. Other than that I am free to visit whoever I want.
Another reason they trust me is that I don't dress naughtily at all. I am typically wearing either a nice short dress and flats that my Father has made for me. Or I wear typical shirts and shorts, jeans, sweats, etc. I don't go around flashing my body off to all the people of District 3. The only thing that could even be related to being dirty is the make up I wear which honestly isn't a lot at all. Just simple blush and eye liner to bring out my light skin and blue eyes. Then a nice pink lipstick to match the color of the blush so yeah, I think I am pretty controlled on that part.
In all honesty even if I did show myself off more there isn't much to look at besides my face. The only reason I can grab any attention is my face, my nose, ears, and mouth are all small and thin. My eyes shimmer a nice blue hue and my long blonde tendrils of hair cascade around it elegantly. As for the rest of me there isn't anything spectacular. I weigh about 120lbs and am approximately five foot seven inches tall. My skin is a light eggshell coloration and I virtually have no muscles. I am also spotted with freckles throughout my arms and cheeks. Not to mention the array of scars on my stomach from the surgery they had to preform to remove me from my Mother. So as one can tell I am not the perfect specimen of beauty, but luckily at least I am told my pretty face makes up for it.
Oh my this is turning out to be longer than I wanted it to be so I will cut you loose of my babbling now. Thanks again for reading!~Diamond Nixton