://Destrii Moon's Diary//:

[djed carnelian . d8m [kap]]

Dear Diary, or whatever the fuck I actually decide to call you,

I punched Lorenzo in the face today. I broke his nose, too. He and Charlotte were completely unaffected by their own son's death, so he certainly deserved it. I wish I could have done more, though. I wanted to teach both of them a lesson, not just Zagreus's father. His mother deserved more punishment than just being yelled at by me. They were both abusive assholes that didn't deserve a son as amazing as Zagreus. I wish he'd grown up with my parents, instead. Then again, he might not have been the same guy if he did.

To be entirely honest, I really miss Zagreus. He and I were quite close. The only other person in our family as close to him as I was was Perfection, one of my cousins. She and Zagreus were so much alike. They were more alike than Perfection and her own twin named Compassion are. Zagreus and Perfection were like one person, almost, just split into two bodies of different genders. I wish I had been more like him. Maybe then he wouldn't have felt the need to apologize to me as he was dying. Yes, he did that. He apologized to me for not making it home alive.

He didn't need to say sorry. I'd imagine the only reason he didn't apologize to Perfection is because she already knew he was sorry. The two were so in sync, that it wouldn't surprise me if that's why he didn't mention her name. I just wish he didn't feel like he had to say it to me. Was he afraid I was going to be mad at him?

I could never be mad at Zagreus Moon.

[googlefont="Dancing Script:400"]-Destriianatos

[djed carnelian . d8m [kap]]

Dear Stupid Little Book,

I have nowhere else to vent, so I'm writing here again. Zagreus's funeral was today. I got in a rather big argument with Uncle Lorenzo. I wish I could have punched him again, right then and there. What I truly don't understand is as to why Zagreus's parents showed up to his funeral if they truly don't even care about him or the fact that he's gone from this world, never to return. I guess they just want to keep up their 'positive image' to the rest of the world. What kind of people would they be viewed as by the other people in the District if they didn't attend the funeral of their only child?

Well, I suppose they'd be seen as who they really are, come to think of it. They're vile and cruel. They never deserved to have a son as good as Zagreus. He didn't get along with his parents, and from time to time, he even thought that he may have hated them, but at least he never said that to them aloud. He never expressed his distaste for them. He was a respectful individual, whether he wanted to be or not. I wish that he were still around. I wish my family had just decided to take him away from Lorenzo and Charlotte while he was still alive and protected him from their cruelty. Unfortunately, that didn't happen.

Zagreus can't be saved, now. He's long since gone.

[googlefont="Dancing Script:400"]-Destriianatos

[djed carnelian . d8m [kap]]

Dear Inanimate Object I Decided To Vent To,

The reaping was today, and our sky grows dimmer as we lose another Moon. C'rizz wasn't chosen like Zagreus, was, though. The brave soul volunteered. He may have been seen as crazy by the other people in my family, but I respected him. The boy who was chosen at the reaping was scared, and C'rizz took his place, because he didn't fear death like most other people in this world do. I said goodbye to him in the Justice Building, but I wasn't quite sure what words to use. I just wish I had said more than I did.

When I had to leave C'rizz in the Justice Building, it made me afraid that that may have been the last time I would see him. I suppose I'd just have to find out as the Games unfolded. He left on the train to the Capitol, and I just had to hope that his fate wouldn't be the same as that of the Moon boy before him.

C'rizz Moon, please stay strong. Please come home.

[googlefont="Dancing Script:400"]-Destriianatos

[djed carnelian . d8m [kap]]

Dear Book I'm Pouring My Soul Into,

C'rizz was killed today. His own District partner even helped make it happen. Sure, she didn't deliver the final blow, but she certainly assisted in the task of his murder. I wish I could have been there to stop it. I wanted him to come home alive, not in a casket like Zagreus had. Unfortunately, there's nothing I could have done to prevent it all from happening.

Actually, who am I kidding? I could have volunteered in place of that young girl and fought alongside C'rizz, protecting him and making sure he made it out alive, but I didn't. I could have saved his life, just like I could have saved Zagreus, but I didn't help either of them, and it's all my fault. Maybe next time I can get up the courage to take the place of whomever the female tribute is and show them all that I truly am strong. Destriianatos Moon is not weak.

When I saw C'rizz fall to the ground, lifeless and no longer moving, I wasn't quite sure what to do. I knew C'rizz didn't fear death. I knew that his parents would actually care about him dying, which couldn't have been said for Zagreus with his parents. I just wish I could have stopped it all from happening in the first place. Maybe I should have convinced him not to volunteer. It was too late for that, now, though. It was all done and over with.

Most people would try to move on at this point, but instead, I knew what I felt I needed to do. I left the house, heading over to my Uncle Lorenzo and Aunt Charlotte's house as I had done when Zagreus died. I told them off for their lack of caring and flipped of Lorenzo as I left.

Now I just wish I could stop any more Moons from leaving us.

[googlefont="Dancing Script:400"]-Destriianatos

[djed carnelian . d8m [kap]]

Dear Book I Talk To More Than Humans,

The bloodbath is inching closer, but this time around, the Moon family will not be losing another. Despite the fact that the Bowman boy reacted with many-a-tears at the reaping, it wasn't a Moon whose name was announced to the people of District Eight, nor that stepped up in place of whomever was initially chosen. This time, it was a boy by the name of Stitch Gabel, and no one volunteered for him. I didn't know who he was, and no one stepped up instead of him like C'rizz had for that other boy last year. This was a relief to me. Perhaps, just once since losing Zagreus, we could try to forget that the Moons are starting to fall and fade.

If it had been me who was selected for the Hunger Games this year, instead of Neela Chiffon, would the others have cared? How would my siblings and cousins have reacted to such a thing? How would they have reacted if I'd actually stepped forward and gone in voluntarily in place of the girl whose name I'd never heard before. I truly wouldn't have had a reason to do so, but had I chosen to, what would they have done? Surely, my wretched Uncle Lorenzo wouldn't bother to visit me in the Justice Building to say goodbye if it were me going to my almost certain doom.

Besides, if he had decided he wanted to try be 'nice' to me, he'd just end up with his nose getting broken by my fist once again.

Although I felt some guilt about not caring who the boy was that was reaped, I mostly felt relief. I felt bliss. Perhaps it was even some form of happiness that was present in my soul's emotions for once in my life. That was certainly something that hadn't happened much since Zagreus was reaped and torn away from the Moon family. Was it wrong to be happy that Stitch Gabel might die instead of, say, Kroton or Chantir? Even if it was wrong, I wasn't sure that I really cared as much as I probably should care. Sure, there was that little bit of guilt, as I mentioned before, but it wasn't much.

Maybe just once, the Moon family could live in peace, even if it's just for a little while.

That'd be nice.

[googlefont="Dancing Script:400"]-Destriianatos