Proditus Fraus Avox Done

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A lie is like a dirty knife
A jagged blade
And I can feel it in my spine
Deceiver

Yeah, I’m an Avox, what does it matter. I’m eighteen years old and I’m stuck like this for the rest of my life. I hate it because I shouldn’t be here. I should still be in district seven working in the woods, cutting down trees like I was before I was framed. Framed by my best friend actually, for a crime I didn’t commit. Surprisingly, my name actually means Betrayed in Latin. Fitting because that's what I was. I hate the guy who actually did it. His name was Pine, the ass hole. I thought he was my friend, apparently I can't tell who my friends and enemies are. Perhaps if I'd been wiser this wouldn't have happened.

Your tongue is going to get pulled out
Your quick lips sealed
And I am going to shut your mouth
Forever

I guess, seeing as I can't speak, perhaps I should write down what I look like. I'll start at the top and work my way down just because that seems like the logical thing to do. Since being avoxed for something I didn't do, I've stopped really caring about what I look like. My hair has grown a bit, the dark brown color of it really shows through now. It's grown so that now it stands up even without hair gel Not that I ever use it. I usually don't do anything to my hair other than maybe comb it every so often. Okay, enough on my hair. My eyes, like everyone else that comes from my district, are forest green. I actually kind of like my eyes, they reveal what I want to say to most of my masters, even though it sometimes gets me into trouble. It also attracts a lot of girls to me. I think that's what gets me into more trouble than anything.

I don't exactly look like an avox, I look more like any other person, the only way that people can tell I'm an avox is the moment I open my mouth, they see that I don't have a tongue. I hate it, especially when I meet new people who I want to make a good impression on. They see my tongueless mouth and instantly turn from being ice and friendly, to cold and mean. I'm going off on a tangent here sorry. My face is alright to look at, in fact some of my masters would say that I look quite handsome, I personally don't see it but whatever. I'm an avox, who cares if I'm attractive. Who would ever date someone like me?

Standing up straight, I stand about 6' tall. The last time I weighed myself I was about 200lbs give or take a few pounds although I know that since becoming an avox, I've probably lost a bit of weight, so now I'm probably down to about 195lbs. I'm not too sensitive about my weight but if someone makes a big deal about it, I will glare at them with my forest green eyes until they understand that they are NOT to insult my weight. My shoulders aren't too broad, just like my fathers shoulders, and my stomach is flat, no six pack but just flat. I don't work out, that's probably why.

If someone were to hug me from the back, they would notice that something is seriously wrong with my back. I have a bad back from an injury during childhood. I was climbing a tree and fell, hurting my back pretty badly. Thank god I didn't break it otherwise I'd be stuck in a wheelchair. I can't lift really heavy things though, which often annoys my owners. Most of them seem to get it and often don't make me lift a lot of things, usually just groceries and the likes. As an avox, compared to most people, I've actually had fairly good luck.

When it comes to clothing, I wear what most other avoxes wear, the black tunic and white dress shirt. Although, when I'm not in public, I'm usually allowed to wear whatever which, for me, is a black t-shirt and a pair of jeans one of my masters gave to me when I arrived. On my feet are usually a pair of worn out running shoes that are slightly too small for me and hurt my feet. Anyways, I guess that's all there really is appearance wise.

It's always your fault, And it's my fault
You won't change, I won't change
What's your problem, You
You won't listen to me, You keep pushing

My personality, well, let's see. Before I was avoxed, I used to be a huge flirt. I loved to talk to girls as well as to guys considering I'm bisexual. I was a daredevil and I hated the capitol. I still do but not as much as I hate my so called friend who framed me for a murder I didn't commit. I hate him more than I've ever hated anyone else. It should be him that's an avox, not me. Anyways, I'm sure you're probably sick of hearing me rant about it so moving on.

I am deathly afraid of fire. A previous masters home mysteriously caught fire one day and I was almost killed because I was trapped in my room, thankfully, my master was a kind man and sent someone in to rescue me. I've been terrified of fire ever since. My other big fear is seeing the girl I used to love avoxed. She was a part of the murder that I was framed for doing but she was never caught. I just hope she doesn't get caught and avoxed. I'll tell you more about the murder later, once I'm done with my personality.

Back in district seven, I was a skilled wood carver and could whittle practically anything. I loved whittling away with my carving knife, it was so satisfying to see a piece of wood become something beautiful. Here in the Capitol though, I'm not allowed to whittle because I would need a knife and that would be considered a weapon, not that I would ever harm anyone. What the people of the capitol didn't realize when they avoxed me was that I wouldn't actually ever dream of killing anyone. I'm a pacifist and hate it when people get hurt. I'm also a strong believer in Karma. Whatever you do to someone will come back to you and bite you in the ass. What my 'friend' did to me will come back to him and justice will be served I just have to believe that and be a good avox, then good things will hopefully happen to me.

When it comes to dealing with other peoples feelings, I'm a good shoulder to lean on. Even after I was avoxed, people have come to me for support because I've always been the kind of guy to listen to other people's problems. I would have made an excellent therapist I think, had I not been freaking framed for murder. If I ever meet him again, I don't know what exactly I'll do. Anyways, I think that's it for Personality, moving on to History.

Blame is a dangerous game to play
Better watch who you betray
Because I won't take your blame
Blame will chase you down someday

My history, as you've probably already guessed, is a pretty long one. I was born in district seven on a rainy winter day 18 years ago to Mrs. Amy Fraus and Mr. Darryl Fraus. My parents were thrilled when they had me, even if I was slightly unplanned, and gave me what they could, although growing up in district seven, that wasn't much. My mother was a fairly pretty woman with dark brown hair and pale blue eyes who worked as a seamstress/healer in the district. My father was a handsome man with blonde hair and forest green eyes. He met my mom when they were in there twenties, fell in love and voila! I came along.

I don't have any siblings, after I was born, my parents decided they didn't want any more kids. I was taught how to carve and whittle by my father who was a very skilled artisan and could turn any piece of wood into a work of art. He taught me everything I know. My mother attempted to teach me how to sew, she believed it important to know how to repair my clothes, but I wasn't amazing at it. I was alright with it and to this day I can still stitch my clothes if they get torn. She also tried to teach me how to heal but it quickly became clear that I would probably kill someone before I managed to heal someone, that was how bad I was.

You're probably wondering exactly how I managed to be framed for murder, well I guess now is the time to explain. My friend Pine had this crazy idea one day that we should kill our teacher just because he knew he could get away with it. I told him he was going to get caught but he wouldn't listen. We ended up getting into a fight and that was when he killed our teacher. Pine was clever, he knew how to frame me, to make it look like it was my fault and he even told the peace keepers. I tried to protest but they didn't listen to me. I was quickly deported to the capitol and the operation to remove my tongue happened almost immediately. I still have nightmares about that day, reliving the pain of when they removed my tongue without giving me any anesthetics to take away the pain. It's given me a bitter grudge towards Pine. I will never be able to forgive him but Karma will get him, it will make him pay for what he did. Karma always gets people, no matter how much they try to run and hide from it.

Since becoming an avox, I've learned a lot. If I'm good, my masters will usually be good to me, if I misbehave, the punishments are quick and severe. I don't think it's fair that I'm an avox but I guess it's better to be alive without a voice than to be dead six feet under where no one can hear or see you. I haven't accepted my fate but I've learned to live with it and move on, that's the only way I will get through this. Anyways, enough rambling from me. You're probably bored out of your mind.

And will not fade away
There will be hell to pay
When I come back to find you
I'll show what happens when you blame

[notes] done
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