Anastasia 'Fox' Flair | District 12 | FIN
May 19, 2015 13:05:33 GMT -5
Post by ali on May 19, 2015 13:05:33 GMT -5
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I breathed in my first breath, 18 years ago today. Back then I was small, fragile and a screaming little creature; yet another child in this wretched world. Why my mother would want to bring in another child to this world, she already had 2 boys who she could barely feed and then she bought me into the world; yet another mouth to feed. Though my mother and father never seemed to think of it that way. My parents had planned to bring my two older brothers into this world, they had budgeted and even though they would struggle with two mouths to feed, they still were happy to bring two little boys to the hell that is 12. I, however, put a slight spanner in the works. Unexpected, more of a surprise my mother tells me. You are my little bundle of surprise Anastasia, she always told me when I was small and toddling around as if I were some deranged bobble head. I never got why they kept me when they found out, to be fair I don't get why they had kids in the first place. I hate the things. Anyway, so yeah, I was unexpected to say the least. They were managing when it was just my brothers but when I came along, they could barely just afford to feed the 5 of us. I was a little monster as a baby, crying all the fucking time apparently according to my older brother Sam. My mother and father though, would always go without if it meant we went to bed on a partially full stomach. Growing up was, well, it was more enjoyable that most kids have here in the seam. Sure we were skinny, suffering from rickets and at one time my brother nearly got taken to hells gate by scurvy; but overall our childhood, my childhood was pleasant. Of course I had to deal with bullying, what kid doesn't? With my red skin and pastel white skin, I was teased and called a variety of names. The worst probably being gingersnap (since I had no fucking clue what one was) and the best, and my personal favourite, being Fox. Being, well, someone who chooses fight over flight when it comes to human nature, naturally I decided to not give them the satisfaction of naming me after some animal with bright red fur. So I donned the name Fox. Cool right? Anyway, you can call me Fox. People have since I was 10. I don't let people get me down like that, I'd call myself optimistic but unfortunatley- I am far from it. Miss Doom and Gloom is another nickname of mine, a less favoured one than fox but none the less. They call me Miss Doom and Gloom because I constantly talk about death and dying, they treat it as if it were taboo but in reality- it's part of nature. I remember when I was 12, the night before my first reaping, I watched a moth get burnt to death by a candle. Moths are stupid creatures, as is any animal or creature attracted by light. It is somewhat amusing to watch them fly into the open flame, mesmerized by the flame as if they were zombiefied. Me? Sadistic? Perhaps. Depends who you ask. If you ask Jorgetta Sumerfield, then she'll tell you that I am a sadistic bitch who laughed when I pushed her down an embankment, causing her to scrape her knee. She'd started it to be fair... Anyway I am getting side tracked. The moth. I remember watching the moth and thinking to myself that, we are all moths and death is inevitable. One day we will get too close to that open flame and...poof. We're dead. If we're lucky, the end will be quick and painless; but the majority of people have their wings caught, and they slowly burn to death. That was me. Remember when I said that I lived a pretty happy childhood? Well, I wasn't lying but then I found out I was dying. Sucky. I know. See I have this heart, murmr..thing. The Doctor isn't even sure what it is but he's heard it before; the shattered beating of someones heart. I knew when he turned to me and my mother that he didn't have good news for me; I should have been sad, upset that I could drop down dead at any second but I wasn't. I'd accepted my fate long ago, when I was 12 and the moth caught on the flame. Except, instead of being the moth...I am the flame. I burn right, I am noticeable and I make my mark on the world but one day the wind will blow and I will be snuffed out like I was nothing. My name is Fox, it's nice to meet you. | ||||
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