marilyn lafayette d3 (wip)

"You know how much money taking one of these deals is? It's enough to set you and your siblings up for life, we could maybe even afford to move to District Two," you are fourteen years old when your mom begins to ask you the question, two years after returning to your humble home in District Three. Her voice is sickeningly sweet, reeking of desperateness as she pleads to you.

"I said no," you are firm, your eyes planted deeply into your mother’s eyes. You look tough on the exterior, your porcelain skin hardening into concrete with the years of trauma hidden between the cracks of innocence beneath you. Reality was, you were still scared, and you felt just as desperate as your mother.

Every time, without fail, she drops the subject