Logan Vaughn//D12//FIN
May 23, 2018 14:51:20 GMT -5
Post by minie on May 23, 2018 14:51:20 GMT -5
Logan Vaughn
j'accuse
To the poor soul who is reading this,
Let’s get a few things out of the way. Your identity means nothing to me. Whoever you are and whatever is the reason that you are reading this, has no significance. This is my story, my so called, lame excuse of a life. While reading this, the only one that matters is me and the people I accuse of making my life and living situation…. how could I put it? Ah yes! A literal living hell.
I assume an introduction is of need. My name is Logan Vaughn and I am a citizen of the beautiful and lavish district 12. I am a whole 17 years old and trust me on this folks, where I come from some are lucky if they ever reach that age. Like any normal teenager I have a mom and a dad. Although my dad is a useless piece of trash, if I ever seen one. But I think I will save that story for a bit later. I have three younger siblings and 2 older siblings. You see even if we are as poor as it gets and hardly can support ourselves, my parents thought it would be a good idea to have a whooping total of 6 kids.
Now to the reason we all are really here. The accusations.
I, Logan Vaughn, accuse my dearest mumsie, papsie, and the capital for ruining my life. On top of that I accuse the upper districts, my older siblings, and my childhood best friend, for leaving us all behind in the dust.
How about we begin with my mom. You see in all reality; my mom never did anything to hurt me. You might ask yourself “Oh Logan, why do you accuse her of anything then?”. Well you see, its because she never did anything. Ever since my birth, possibly even before, but how the fuck would I know. My mom has been and always will be a lamb. A model wife, always kept her head down and never stepped out of line. How I can’t stand women who won’t stand up for themselves. Honestly, what a shame and a waste of space. Do not get me wrong, my mom is a wonderful person. She just lacks any kind of confidence and self-worth.
If you ask me, it is important for any young girl to have a strong and independent mother figure. Someone who isn’t afraid to stand up for themselves and protect their younglings. Can you imagine what it was like to wish for a mother who would wipe the tears from my freckled skin, run her hands through my long red hair and tell me that I will be alright. I wanted a mother to look up too. A woman, who I knew would always fight for herself and for her children. Instead my mom wasn’t even able to look into my eyes. Sometimes I believe that she was scared. No. She was terrified. She was terrified into looking into my crystal clear blue eyes. The same as hers, exactly the same. Then she would notice that her little girl, had more strength in her pinkie than she ever would.
This, the fact that she couldn’t stand up for me or protect me, that is why I accuse her. In doing nothing, she threw me to the wolves.
But, that’s nothing, nothing compared to what others have done, what others have actively done. Remember I told you about my waste of space dad? Well yeah, now is the time for that story.
I don’t know why my father is the way he is, and I honestly could care less. All I care about is that I never end up like him, or like anyone I will tell you about. You see nothing is all black and white, not even my father. I must admit he had his good moments. Sometimes, even now, I get a little hopeful that the better part of him may overwhelm the bad. As a kid he was the one would play with me. He called me his little warrior princess. Told me that I was strong and always fighting for some cause, whether it was the fact that I believed that animals shouldn’t be hunted, or that I thought we should spend more family time.
Yet with the years and the misery came the alcohol and the abuse. Hitting my mom when he hauled in his ass drunk, hitting me and my siblings. What used to be a strong man, fighting to keep his family alive, became someone who gave up. I accuse my dad of giving up. Giving up on his family and giving up on himself. He decided he was going to sit and rot, and while doing so, drag us down with him. I guess that’s what families do, right dad? We stick together and when one decides to give up, its all over for the lot of us.
The next should be a no brainer. If you don’t know why I loathe the capital, then you must be from the capital. They are the ones that have us overworked like we are not equal to them. Well hellooo! Time to wake up. My dearest citizens of the capital, your heads are so high up your ass`s that your obliviation is really no surprise. I don’t think there is a bone in my body that doesn’t wish that the citizens of the capital and the games makers would have to come and live in the conditions that they put us in. Yet as my younger sister Evelyn always said. I shouldn’t get angry. And most important I shouldn’t wish our fate upon anyone else.
I accuse the capital of ignorance. I accuse the people running the show of lack of humanity.
Those my dears, are the ones who truly are to blame for ruining my life. Leaving a girl to her own vices in this cruel world. Just maybe instead of accusing them, I should be thanking them. Yes, they put me through hell and back. Yes they were never there when I needed them the most. But do you know what they did do? All of them; My mom, my dad and the capital. They taught me the most important thing of all, the only one I can rely on is myself.
Now it is time for one last accusation. Stick with me, just through this last one, okay?
I, Logan Vaughn, accuse myself of being a terrible, miserable older sister.
This last part is too my three younger siblings. Macy, Evelyn and Luca. You three, are the ones who truly have it worse and yet you never show any anger. I always express how much I resent Jacqueline and Emile for leaving me behind in the dirt. They moved out and gone on with their lives. Granted, not much better than our situation, but they found love. They showed love, too all of us, even when I hated them for wanting a family of their own. I never showed that kind of love to the three of you. You guys have grown up without a mother and without a father, and an older sister who is too busy drowning in a puddle of hate and self-pity to even blink an eye in your direction.
I accuse myself of being a hypocrite.
I hope this letter gave you an insight into my prison and I hope one day I will be Free
Logan Vaughn.
Let’s get a few things out of the way. Your identity means nothing to me. Whoever you are and whatever is the reason that you are reading this, has no significance. This is my story, my so called, lame excuse of a life. While reading this, the only one that matters is me and the people I accuse of making my life and living situation…. how could I put it? Ah yes! A literal living hell.
I assume an introduction is of need. My name is Logan Vaughn and I am a citizen of the beautiful and lavish district 12. I am a whole 17 years old and trust me on this folks, where I come from some are lucky if they ever reach that age. Like any normal teenager I have a mom and a dad. Although my dad is a useless piece of trash, if I ever seen one. But I think I will save that story for a bit later. I have three younger siblings and 2 older siblings. You see even if we are as poor as it gets and hardly can support ourselves, my parents thought it would be a good idea to have a whooping total of 6 kids.
Now to the reason we all are really here. The accusations.
I, Logan Vaughn, accuse my dearest mumsie, papsie, and the capital for ruining my life. On top of that I accuse the upper districts, my older siblings, and my childhood best friend, for leaving us all behind in the dust.
How about we begin with my mom. You see in all reality; my mom never did anything to hurt me. You might ask yourself “Oh Logan, why do you accuse her of anything then?”. Well you see, its because she never did anything. Ever since my birth, possibly even before, but how the fuck would I know. My mom has been and always will be a lamb. A model wife, always kept her head down and never stepped out of line. How I can’t stand women who won’t stand up for themselves. Honestly, what a shame and a waste of space. Do not get me wrong, my mom is a wonderful person. She just lacks any kind of confidence and self-worth.
If you ask me, it is important for any young girl to have a strong and independent mother figure. Someone who isn’t afraid to stand up for themselves and protect their younglings. Can you imagine what it was like to wish for a mother who would wipe the tears from my freckled skin, run her hands through my long red hair and tell me that I will be alright. I wanted a mother to look up too. A woman, who I knew would always fight for herself and for her children. Instead my mom wasn’t even able to look into my eyes. Sometimes I believe that she was scared. No. She was terrified. She was terrified into looking into my crystal clear blue eyes. The same as hers, exactly the same. Then she would notice that her little girl, had more strength in her pinkie than she ever would.
This, the fact that she couldn’t stand up for me or protect me, that is why I accuse her. In doing nothing, she threw me to the wolves.
But, that’s nothing, nothing compared to what others have done, what others have actively done. Remember I told you about my waste of space dad? Well yeah, now is the time for that story.
I don’t know why my father is the way he is, and I honestly could care less. All I care about is that I never end up like him, or like anyone I will tell you about. You see nothing is all black and white, not even my father. I must admit he had his good moments. Sometimes, even now, I get a little hopeful that the better part of him may overwhelm the bad. As a kid he was the one would play with me. He called me his little warrior princess. Told me that I was strong and always fighting for some cause, whether it was the fact that I believed that animals shouldn’t be hunted, or that I thought we should spend more family time.
Yet with the years and the misery came the alcohol and the abuse. Hitting my mom when he hauled in his ass drunk, hitting me and my siblings. What used to be a strong man, fighting to keep his family alive, became someone who gave up. I accuse my dad of giving up. Giving up on his family and giving up on himself. He decided he was going to sit and rot, and while doing so, drag us down with him. I guess that’s what families do, right dad? We stick together and when one decides to give up, its all over for the lot of us.
The next should be a no brainer. If you don’t know why I loathe the capital, then you must be from the capital. They are the ones that have us overworked like we are not equal to them. Well hellooo! Time to wake up. My dearest citizens of the capital, your heads are so high up your ass`s that your obliviation is really no surprise. I don’t think there is a bone in my body that doesn’t wish that the citizens of the capital and the games makers would have to come and live in the conditions that they put us in. Yet as my younger sister Evelyn always said. I shouldn’t get angry. And most important I shouldn’t wish our fate upon anyone else.
I accuse the capital of ignorance. I accuse the people running the show of lack of humanity.
Those my dears, are the ones who truly are to blame for ruining my life. Leaving a girl to her own vices in this cruel world. Just maybe instead of accusing them, I should be thanking them. Yes, they put me through hell and back. Yes they were never there when I needed them the most. But do you know what they did do? All of them; My mom, my dad and the capital. They taught me the most important thing of all, the only one I can rely on is myself.
Now it is time for one last accusation. Stick with me, just through this last one, okay?
I, Logan Vaughn, accuse myself of being a terrible, miserable older sister.
This last part is too my three younger siblings. Macy, Evelyn and Luca. You three, are the ones who truly have it worse and yet you never show any anger. I always express how much I resent Jacqueline and Emile for leaving me behind in the dirt. They moved out and gone on with their lives. Granted, not much better than our situation, but they found love. They showed love, too all of us, even when I hated them for wanting a family of their own. I never showed that kind of love to the three of you. You guys have grown up without a mother and without a father, and an older sister who is too busy drowning in a puddle of hate and self-pity to even blink an eye in your direction.
I accuse myself of being a hypocrite.
I hope this letter gave you an insight into my prison and I hope one day I will be Free
Logan Vaughn.
