Kendall Fletcher ~ D10~ DONE

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Kendall Fletcher
district 10 . female . 15. Odair

"It was February fourteen; Valentines day.
The roses came but they took you away.
Tattooed on my arm is a charm to disarm all the harm
Gotta keep myself calm but the truth is you're gone."

~The script




"Time is a valuable thing
Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings
Watch it count down to the end of the day
The clock ticks life away
(It’s so unreal)
Didn't look out below
Watch the time go right out the window
Trying to hold on but didn't even know
I wasted it all just to watch you go."

~Linkin Park




"I wanna hide the truth
I wanna shelter you
But with the beast inside
There’s nowhere we can hide

No matter what we breed
We still are made of greed
This is my kingdom come
This is my kingdom come."

~Imagine Dragons

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APPEARANCE

There's a crack running through the top of my bedroom mirror. Even so, I can clearly see where I stand in this hypercritical pageant of a world.

Rather fruitlessly, I try to ignore my obvious malnourishment. It's hard too look and not see how thin I am. With protruding cheekbones and flesh stretched taut over my rib-bones, I'm a walking, talking skeleton.

But I shake my head no. I'm not ugly; I was born to a beautiful mother and a father I never knew. Even then, I might not have the perfect body but I do have a pleasant face. Not a blemish on my skin, either. 

I take a tentative step forward, bending a little as to get the crack out of the path of my vision. It feels a bit ridiculous, though. I've never cared about how I look; why should I care, now? I've always countered against self-indulgence but sometimes, I want to be vain, too.

I want to think of myself as special, unique and beautiful. I want to have confidence in my own physical attributes and revel in the knowledge of being what most people would want to be.

I mean, look at my eyes. They're not hideous, are they? No. They're a lovely shade of brown that glistens in the sun. Rimmed with thick eyelashes, they are wide, fawn-like and compliment the proportionality of my little round nose. Albeit a bit puffy, my lips are pink and soft.

My hair isn't that bad, either. It's exactly the same shade that once crowned my mother's head. I stroke the soft, red tendrils, letting them run through my fingers.

I don't want to go southwards; I'll only be disappointed, given that I have the exact same figure that would belong to a... banana.

It's true; Kendall Fletcher has a flat chest, unhealthily narrow waistline and hips that would resemble the one's belonging to a nine-year old boy.

Well, I think, surveying the girl in the mirror. nobody's perfect.

PERSONALITY

Kendall is a naturally quiet person; an introvert, you may call her. Her OCD is the main reason she feels awkward around everybody and is never truly comfortable, even in the security of her own room.

She fusses over everything; From the off-position leg of the kitchen table, to the un-matching tile on her bedroom floor. This usually leads to huge mental breakdowns that can last hours until she can finally function again.

But this doesn't mean she's weak; she spends hours everyday working in the fields and comes back to the small foster home she shares with seven other orphans, holding a paper bag filled with food for her and three younger children.

What she asks the mistress of the house in return is a separate room. The old woman was rather sceptical at first, and no one can really blame her for it. There were only three rooms in the foster-home, how could she give out one to a single child?

Once she learned about Kendall's disorder, she finally complied. The other kids were pretty sulky about it, but Kendall stopped feeling guilty when she thought about her breakdowns and how it was for the best.

HISTORY:

I'm a shuddering mess, my breath fogging the air in heavy pants. With aching fingers, I trace my mother's facial features, wondering when they would animate again. I run them along the corners of her mouth and inwardly yearn to see the tender smile adorn her rosy-pink lips.

Oh, how blue they are.

I raise her hand, heavy and stiff, to my face. Cup my cheek. Give me comfort. But she doesn't move. Please.

It had snowed yesterday; doesn't happen very often in district 10, but it did. Mama said she had to go to buy something. She didn't come back and I got worried. I mean, she hadn't eaten for two days. Now I've found her, passed out in the snow. God help me, she isn't waking up.

My legs are quivering in the chill of the morning air. The snow has stopped, but still, it's freezing and mama might catch a cold.

So I pull off my scarf and wrap it around her neck. One, two, three times. Three is good. Three is lucky. Three means she'll wake up.

But she doesn't.

And I cry. Face painted with tears and snot, I keep on bawling until there aren't any more tears left to shed.

I stroke her snow-covered hair and tenderly kiss her icy cheek, nuzzling my nose in her neck and savouring these few final moments before the peacekeepers come and take her away from me.  

coded by anzie with reference to skye@caution2.0

Kendall Fletcher

district 10 . female. 15






"I fear no monsters, for no monsters i see.
all this time, the monster has been me."

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Done! To whoever is reading this, I've mixed up personality and history a bit, I know. Be lenient with me.

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