silence is destruction {tom}

The sky's grey clouds stand above the coal district, heavy winds, pouring rains, rough weather forcing the people into their homes to hide from the hell that took over the lands. Aarin sat staring at the people, safely in his spot on his desk. The roofs were strong enough to protect them, only another thing for Aarin to add to his list of things that he would make better about District Twelve. The list in front of his hands having items crossed off and uncrossed off again. This was his list of things to fix in District Twelve. Frustration filled his bones and his fist slammed down as he stared at the long list of stuff.

The frustration filled his blood to the core. The Aldalome boy couldn't take it anymore. The room flashed past him as he moved to the one man in his life who probably would only add to the frustration, but it didn't matter. His head already knew what it wanted and answers were what he craved for. Answers to why his father hadn't fixed the district. They had the money to fix a lot of it. Aarin was pretty sure of that. The march to his father's office was short, His hand flying up and sending a slight force to the door. The knock echoed for a second before Aarin opened the door, his voice frustrated, but clear somehow, "Hey dad."

His father was a man whose good heartedness spread through people. A lifeline to the hope that District Twelve could have. A leader to all of the people who were suffering. A man who helped the people with everything he had. His father was a rolemodel to all of the Aldalome kids. A man who could change all of District Twelve, except that wasn't true. District Twelve would have been better by then. Better than it had before. Arbor, Aranica, and Heron's winnings helping ease the district a little bit, but that had ran cold. Aarin was frustrated with the condition of it all. All he wanted was for everyone to be better and not to have the death tolls on the rise from hunger. A question flies out of his lips before he can catch it, "Dad, why hasn't District Twelve been fixed up? Shouldn't the capitol have helped us by now? Especially with the hunger and run down buildings?"

Aarin stood in front of his father, whose role in District Twelve was to make sure the district was well. Aarin's frustration came from everything wrong, the death, the hunger, the destruction. It made him want to break down and cry for all the people suffering. A heart of gold is what his mother said he had, just like his father, but it felt like a curse to suffer with the people. His arms crossed as he leans against the door frame. The room was nice, papers on his father's desk, the warmth that filled the room felt homey, and yet Aarin didn't like it. It felt like it was wrong. Everything was wrong with District Twelve. Something had to change. Something big, even if he had to do it himself. The boy with a heart of gold, upset and frustrated.

This was the curse that his father had given him. A golden heart that thumps achingly at his chest. A heart of gold with the caring personality that Aarin contained. Frustration spreading it's vile infection through his body. Anger for everything that he has seen happen and for the people who have lost it all spreads through his body. His father stands before him, words flowing out of his lips, "You see all these papers?" The Aldalome boy noticed the papers when he first came in. Eyes staring at his father impatiently waiting for an answer that he probably didn't want to hear.

"I've been reading them over and over looking for ways to improve. But the answer just isn't there. I guess they're with other districts right now. District Three just won the games. So maybe after that?" His father's voice provides a hope that was already lost with the people of District Twelve. The capitol wouldn't help. His father wouldn't help him. Aarin was alone in his mission to prevent the district from starving. Both his parents knew he would steal food from their kitchen and give it to the poor kids of the district. A half smile comes from his father and Aarin only sighs in frustration.

His voice feels fake, but it's from giving his father the words that he wants to hear. Calm and collected, yet upset and frustrated. "I guess we'll have to wait." Arms fold up and cross at his chest. He leans against the door comfortably for balance. A fake smile plastered to his face as he speaks again to his father, a man with many skills. "Can I help you with the paperwork dad?" The man that was his father was a man with a heart of gold. Aarin knew the events in the District were eating up his father just like they were eating at his heart too. Aarin Aldalome and Ethuil Adalome were similar and yet very different in their own ways. Aarin knew they were similar and it's why they got along most of the time.

The storm outside continues to rage. Aarin can hear it from where he's standing. The howling winds causing the walls to creak just a little bit. Aarin hated storms, always had as a kid, but for once the storm felt more comforting than anything as he waited to hear if his father would allow him to help. Arms crossed, heart crossed, he was ready to help his father, his role model, in any way he could.