lidia "eos" bauers - d2 - done

l i d i a

I never expected to be torn apart from my family.

Born into wealth, they were always there for me. Or at least, I was always there for them. But we were always a part of each other's lives. They were involved in my schooling, making sure that I had the best tutors money could buy in district two. They often had to travel for their business dealings, but they always came home to make sure I was growing into the perfect little girl they wanted.

One in particular, helped set me on one course. Old enough to be my grandmother, her kind eyes watched over me as I learned to read and right. Each lesson she would focus around stories from her past, leaning into my youth to trust me with the analogies of when districts had some respect in the face of the Capitol. Unbeknownst to my parents, she opened my eyes to the horrors of how my parents gained their wealth, and who helped them get to where they were now in exchange for loyalty.

My parents didn't expect me to learn about the world by watching them, though. And I knew what they did was wrong. Taking advantage of those who had less than us, working with and through Capitolites who spoke of methods to take away everything from those less fortunate. Each night they were home, I could hear them toasting with crystalline cups behind the thick doors to their study. They often had visitors from the Capitol cheering on their increased wealth that they would use to simply get wealthier.

It made me sick. I couldn't understand why my parents fell for their plots, even going as far to work with them. But their late night conversations that I eavesdropped on helped grow my hatred of the Capitol.

But I could never hate them. They were just there for me, shaping who I was every step of the way that the tutors couldn't provide. They taught me business tactics, how to get along with others, how to think.

When I asked them why they do what they do, they scolded me for eavesdropping, but later that night my mom climbed in next to me in bed and stroked my hair to soothe me as she normally did when I was simply having a bad dream. She told me that all they wanted to was to make sure that I was safe, that I was taken care of my entire life. They were doing what's best for me. How could I stay mad at them for that.

Signing me up for gymnastic training rather than simple career training, I was going to be special, not just another rich career kid. It grew into my first love. Instead of focusing on the horrors of what occurred a few doors down from my bedroom in my parent's office, I could focus on jumping, flipping, flying. It was a simple, but useful escape.

That's when they noticed me.

Pulling me aside, a representative from what would become my home told me about the Townsend Academy. It was perfect. I relayed the message to my parents, but they had already been approached, and they were ecstatic. They couldn't believe they had never heard of it before.

Then before long, I made my way and found out the school's true purpose. They completed my indoctrination against the Capitol, and I found where the lessons my parent's dirty, Capitolite money paid for could be put to use.

I adopted the codename "Eos," and that became who I was.

I became an angel.

They brought me into their family, helping me learn about the world I couldn't see past my parent's sturdy doors. All I want to do is to be a part of them, for them to accept me as one of their own so I can help them take down the people who hurt others so much.

But I couldn't do what I needed to do. I couldn't sever ties with my parents like so many others at Townsend did. I couldn't leave my last name to history to be a part of this.

They had said it was optional, but I found out quickly that it should be mandatory.

I would take time and visit them. From time to time my mouth became to loose after to many drinks at their cocktail parties. In hushed whispers, I would tell my mom tidbits about what we were truly doing at the school meant to teach me how to be a lady.

Word spread as rumor like wildfire from my mom's loose lips. Unfortunately for me, the head peacekeeper in District Two attended their parties and heard the secrets meant never to be heard.

They were torn from me.

Hidden somewhere I would never find them, the peacekeepers told me, unless I did what they asked.

So I became their unwilling spy, telling them of the comings and goings of the Angels. They reward me with promises that my parents won't be hurt, that they'll be placed back in their home after I give them one more piece of information, but they say that every time. I just can't let them hurt my parents.

Fear clouds each of my steps in the Townsend Academy as I try desperately to find a way to help my parents without harming my family.