Merope Shaw // District 2 // WIP
May 19, 2019 17:17:31 GMT -5
Post by ali on May 19, 2019 17:17:31 GMT -5
When you are born, your father takes one look at your pale hair and red face and leaves the room. You are crying weakly, the Doctors do not think you will survive the night but that is not why you disappoint him so. It is nor why your mother sneers as if disgusted when the nurse asks if she wants to hold you-
it's because, after 6 others, you are simply just another girl.
Your first memory of death is when your mother dies giving birth to your baby brother. You vaguely recall her complaining of swollen ankles and a pounding headache. Her labour is long, and you and your sisters aren't even allowed upstairs to bed and so you sleep downstairs on the living room, your mothers screams.
In the morning, your eldest sister Electra tells you that your mother and the baby did not make it. You ask her pointedly if, by that, she means they are dead.
With no sons, and no wife, your father decides that he has no choice but for you all to tend to his legacy. The Shaw name has withstood through time- and he sees no reason now why his line should end in tatters. And so you and your 6 other sisters sole purpose became the Games. You father put as much terressae as he could on your heads, like cattle for slaughter.
You were so young, he moulded you as easily as damp clay.
When you do not make top of the class, you are beaten. Your father has no room for anyone to be a disappointment. He tells you of your cousin, Astrid Shaw and how she was less of a disappointment than you were. You were too young to have met her
it's because, after 6 others, you are simply just another girl.
Your first memory of death is when your mother dies giving birth to your baby brother. You vaguely recall her complaining of swollen ankles and a pounding headache. Her labour is long, and you and your sisters aren't even allowed upstairs to bed and so you sleep downstairs on the living room, your mothers screams.
In the morning, your eldest sister Electra tells you that your mother and the baby did not make it. You ask her pointedly if, by that, she means they are dead.
With no sons, and no wife, your father decides that he has no choice but for you all to tend to his legacy. The Shaw name has withstood through time- and he sees no reason now why his line should end in tatters. And so you and your 6 other sisters sole purpose became the Games. You father put as much terressae as he could on your heads, like cattle for slaughter.
You were so young, he moulded you as easily as damp clay.
When you do not make top of the class, you are beaten. Your father has no room for anyone to be a disappointment. He tells you of your cousin, Astrid Shaw and how she was less of a disappointment than you were. You were too young to have met her
