Wilma Sawyer { D6 } { finished }

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:: wilma sawyer :: district six ::
:: sixteen :: female :: odair ::
:: no common sense what so ever ::
:: thus she lives in the hospital cause she
wouldn't be able to take care of herself. ::
:: she is fantastic singer tho so a+ ::
:: her mum used to care for her but she ded -sad- ::

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Tiles as white as snow, lights as bright as the moon on a clear night. I lay with my back pressed against the cool surface of the ground, my eyes squinting slightly due to the unnatural light. How many times have a laid in this exact spot, my eyes almost blank as I observed the sealing which never seemed to change? Most people grunt with annoyance as they move around me, some politely asking me to move, others almost purposely stepping on my dark locks of hair or my thin long fingers. The nurses often told me that the spot i lay was not the spot i should be laying. They would encourage me to go seek out a couch, or a bed, but why would I do that? The floor was a nice play to lay, as nice as any.

My fingers splay out againt the surface which was smooth and clean, it was hospital, I expcted no less. They come across a lump which I assume to be a crumb from ones lunch, or just a piece of dirt from the many shoes which had walked along this path. They would be coming soon and they would pick me off the floor with with annoyed words and take me back to the place I called my home. I would smile at them though, because what was the point in not smiling? My eyes will be blank and they will sigh in frustration and I would then become confused but I would still smile, a smile which was lazy and unknowing. 

Footsteps. Here they come, come to take me away. Where was mum? Why did she never stop them? I smile as one of the nurses grab me from under the arm a few harsh words slipping from between her teeth. I liked to call this one the snake- well at least I think it was this one. To me they all looked the same, you know? One of the other nurses shushes her and kneels down to my level, a sweet smile on her lips. I like this one. 

"What you doing here, Wilma? Remember what we said about lying in busy hospital passage ways?" Her voice is as soft as a kitten pelt and I am tempted to reach out and pat the top of her head, but something stops me- its the snake. She pulls me to my feet and I turn my blank gaze to her and smile. She sorts and I look away. Would most people feel some sort of hurt to that reaction? Would their heart ache? Because mind does't, I don't mind because she is a snake and humans must not befriends snakes, they are slippery, dangerous sly and very venomous. 

"Wilma, are you listening to me?" The nice one asks and I look at her and smile, my hazel eyes closing and my head tilting to the side a little, making my long dark hair fall over my left shoulder. "And your not. Of course your not. you never do- oh, I am sorry. Ok, on your feet, come on, lets get you out of the way." She slips a little, making her softness harden a little only to have it melt with another cute smile which only makes mine grow. 

"Ok."

Climbing to my feet both nurses guide me down the hallway. I was not one for words and I said very little in the way of speaking. But my vocal cords never really do get the chance to have a break because most of the time people will find me singing or humming a quiet melody to myself. The other people I live with often tell me that I have a beautiful voice and they ask why i never sing songs, and why I only ever sing music. And I just smile at them because I don't know what else to do. 

We round the corner we are here. This part of the hospital is slightly different from the rest as it has a more homey feel as it is the home of many people, not just a drop in and piss of center. Most people admitted here stay here, only very few actually leave. 

One girl left though, it was at the beginning of the Hunger games, the 68th. She volunteered as tribute and she only died a few days ago. She wouldn't be coming home. I had quite liked that girl, she was a gentle one but she was always fighting within herself and I think on the day of the reaping, the things she was fighting with won because as soon as she stepped forward I could see the shock ad fear written onto the perfect lines of her pretty face. 

But I would be leaving soon. 

As soon as she came.

As soon as my mother walked through that door. 

The last time I saw my mother was when that building had collapsed. Her body was caught underneath, and she looked so scared. She told me to run and that she would be right behind me. That there was no need to be scared cause she will always be with me. 

My long legs had moved then, away from her and too safety her promise engraved into my heart like i had been branded there by hot iron. I'll always be with you. Wait for me. I love you. I am coming. See? One day she will walk through that door and I'll leave with her. Someone told me that she had died when that house collapsed and I had just laughed at them because she never broke her promises. 

She'll come. 

And when she does I'll leave with her at my side, my smile brighter than ever, my gaze wont be blank and I'll be happy. 

She'll be happy.

We'll all be happy.

Like I am now. Mother will come.

She always goes threw with her promises. 

She never lies. 

Never.

Around the corner, past the doors, the same path I took 5 years ago the nurses lead me to my room. I sit on my bed and smile before moving to the floor where I lie down, my back pressed against the cool tiles. When I was five my dad once told me that he was going to be going away for a while, but he told me not to worry because he was going too be safe. He was going to be happy. And I didn't worry. So when  the buried his body under he ground, when everyone else cried, I smiled because he said he was going to be happy. He said not to worry. I had held mum then, as tears rushed down her face, She told me that I was strong and that night we had laid on the grass beside dad's grave, the cold grass pressing against our skin and we talked with him like we normally would. Mum went home after a while, but I stayed, my hand pressed against the freshly turned dirt, a smile on m lips.

"Dad, I am happy, you see. I am not worrying, you told me not to and I wont. See you soon." 

That night I fell asleep beside him, my smile not even faltering as I was plunged into slumber.

A lonely tears rolls down my face now, my hand pressed to the tiles. "I wont worry about you dad. Your happy. Mum is coming. I love you." I whisper into the darkness, closing my hazel eyes like I had so many years back, my body slipping into an eternal slumber, smile plastered to my lips. 

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H O S P I T A L 
D O C U M E N T S

Appearance:
Eyes: Hazel
Freckles: Slightly dusted over nose
Lips: Flushed with red
Nose: average
Height: 150cm
Weight: 45kg
Hair: dark, just falling below the shoulders
Scars: Long ragged scar over back of left calf. Occurred when she was trapped in a collapsed builing that killed her mother.
Other: If ever lost look out for the girl with a blank gaze and cheerful smile. 

Status: Patient

Condition: Not quite sure. Totally and utterly out of it. No sense of common sense what so ever. Danger to be left on her own (to self and others). Constant supervision required. 

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Done ^^

[cass]

ur fabu

Accepted!~