serafina. d6. fin.

Perfection comes with practice.

You spent hours trying to find that special talent. The one thing you could be the master of. Being a scholar was not enough, even in district six. Your parents wanted you to have something to fall back on, a way to make money in case you failed their original expectations. No pressure or anything! Find something, you useless girl. Or else!

You tried music, it was awful. Singing was worse. You had no stage presence nor charisma, and you didn't like having eyes on you anyway. You and your sister were both the 'shy ones'. Naturally, you gravitated towards a solitary hobby.

Sewing.

You were quite good at it. Making garments of all sorts, beautiful and solid enough to make your parents happy. Suddenly the pressure didn't feel so overbearing.

Then your sister died, and it returned with newfound wrath. Your parents grew manic, overprotective, and strict in their depressive state. You understood why, but you were mourning too. You couldn't breathe, couldn't leave the house after sunset. You couldn't be a teenager. Some people believe that 'cabin fever' is just a myth.

You know damn well it isn't.