Valentina Miristioma {D11}
Aug 11, 2016 0:11:31 GMT -5
Post by Cameo {RIP Charlie} on Aug 11, 2016 0:11:31 GMT -5
| <>Valentina Miristioma<> ~District Eleven~ ~Female~ ~14~ |
Life is unfair, that was discovered and accepted at an early age. But existence wouldn’t be the same without this quality. Certainly everyone was forced to struggle to some capacity, even those within the luxurious Capitol. I had to consider this way when I comprehended the severity of my older Brother’s disadvantage. Before I believed that a higher percentage suffered from the same curse. That eventually he’d be able to gaze upon the sip of beauty scrapped to our District. Except he never will view the drastic change that has swallowed our misfortune, he denied any assistance to that altercation.
Optimism was a necessity back then. The seasons my stomach pained with hunger, positivity fueled me still. Children would sob to the closure of school, and welcoming to weeks long of exhausting labor, while I would simply grin lightly. No amount of whining will improve the circumstance. Sulked eyes didn’t enhance the food quantity upon our meals. I can still recall the sorrowful times I would argue with Hachiro over our portions, and used his blindness for my own sarcastic reasoning. But at the end, all of our interiors rumbled with need. Then darkness consumed more then solely Hachiro, and I clung to my illuminate façade.
Fear embodied the entire family the day Kirito was stolen to the Capitol. Tears desired to flood my broad, dark eyes, while the salt was absent. Unrealistic faith continued to drive me. There would be no accepting my Cousin’s demise. And after twenty-one counted, enduring days I was granted the knowledge that I wouldn’t have to. The entire Panem witnessed as blood drained down his cheek. While just as much of the deep red substance soaked his exterior, both ears absent from his head. A hole carved where one of his eyes should be. Multiple severe wounds plagued his chest due to his final Opponent from Six. For once my unrealistic confidence dwindled.
It was always difficult to remain smiling while the Panem is consistently crumbling. Schoolmates used to torment Hachiro for his defect, though they wouldn’t dare to anymore. And even still the unruly crowd of teenagers is challenging to handle. Both of my Brothers I’ve always been dedicated to protect. But with Kirito the weight to be happy isn’t as resistant, just as it’s been around him since I can remember. An illness would depress a chunk of the population, while he would search for a solution. He unintentionally feed the faith I maintain today.
The mere idea of losing him was a wound of my own. Desperation overpowered me as I pleaded with him through the projection. He had made it so far. He couldn’t cave then. And finally, thankfully, a canon fires & he’s still breathing. And I can remember the sensation of my first inhale in response. And I knew I would embrace him soon.
That’s when it all shifted. He returned, but he was still damaged. And poisoned wealth, that somehow still saves so many, joined our District as well. Again I concluded that all must be suffering, even those not suffocating from starvation. Every family member didn’t combust with overwhelming joy as I did. At subtle moments, even Kirito didn’t appear satisfied with the result. The need to over confiscate for the lack of brightness only enhanced within me.
A functional house, clothes, and food were gifted to my family from our generous Cousin. I could see the horrific memories haunting his stare, yet he selflessly concentrated on others. Every opportunity available I journey to the Victor Village to join his company in appreciation for all he’s done, and primarily for his persistence. He didn’t leave me.
When Cameras and attention aren’t protruding on him, I’m often seeking for his presence. The spotlight demanded upon him is solely the discomfort that trembles my spine. Ever since the Capitol’s hunger infected our District, I’ve despised the lone thought of an array of eyes upon me. Isolation with a few is much safer. But again, Kirito eases any mental stress. Numerous people can’t occupy the room while he’s treating a patient, and thankfully I’m nearly the only one ever allowed in.
Even before Kirito was captured from us, I had studied under his extensive wisdom. When it came to any disease or severe wound, he either knew the cure or could discover it within minutes. Now I’m assured he can recite any antidote, and I strive to follow in his skill. When the bell releases us from school, or a rhythm ends work, I’m insistent on traveling to my real lessons. A citizen is relieved from agony by our fingertips, or the plants to heal are observed and learned intensely. Every session is valuable, and distracts me from the cruelty of the Panem while we deprive it a single step at a time. It’s during one of these days that I became aware of my older Brother’s answer to his own solution.
Hachiro will never be able to view the woman I’m becoming, he chose not to. Darkness has always envisioned him, and he doesn’t wish to alter that. He’ll never gaze across the odd shape of my head, and my over plump cheeks, the blankness of my eyes, or the wave of my chocolate-colored hair. He’ll never observe how his & Kyoshi’s own eyes shine alluringly, unlike mine. Or how our new home is much more captivating then the shack we were raised in.
There is no escaping from the hardship of Life. We pleaded in poverty for obvious reasons. We beg in fortune for explanations less illustrated. In the long scheme, unfairness wraps various packaging. The enlightenment of being happy anyways is a choice. Necessities maintain so many now, while not injecting a change of mind into them all. There is no preventing two from being taken from us every year. There was no assurance Kirito would make it home alive. There is no resuscitating Iain, as painful as it is. But we can chose to be happy before we’re concluded as well.
Optimism was a necessity back then. The seasons my stomach pained with hunger, positivity fueled me still. Children would sob to the closure of school, and welcoming to weeks long of exhausting labor, while I would simply grin lightly. No amount of whining will improve the circumstance. Sulked eyes didn’t enhance the food quantity upon our meals. I can still recall the sorrowful times I would argue with Hachiro over our portions, and used his blindness for my own sarcastic reasoning. But at the end, all of our interiors rumbled with need. Then darkness consumed more then solely Hachiro, and I clung to my illuminate façade.
Fear embodied the entire family the day Kirito was stolen to the Capitol. Tears desired to flood my broad, dark eyes, while the salt was absent. Unrealistic faith continued to drive me. There would be no accepting my Cousin’s demise. And after twenty-one counted, enduring days I was granted the knowledge that I wouldn’t have to. The entire Panem witnessed as blood drained down his cheek. While just as much of the deep red substance soaked his exterior, both ears absent from his head. A hole carved where one of his eyes should be. Multiple severe wounds plagued his chest due to his final Opponent from Six. For once my unrealistic confidence dwindled.
It was always difficult to remain smiling while the Panem is consistently crumbling. Schoolmates used to torment Hachiro for his defect, though they wouldn’t dare to anymore. And even still the unruly crowd of teenagers is challenging to handle. Both of my Brothers I’ve always been dedicated to protect. But with Kirito the weight to be happy isn’t as resistant, just as it’s been around him since I can remember. An illness would depress a chunk of the population, while he would search for a solution. He unintentionally feed the faith I maintain today.
The mere idea of losing him was a wound of my own. Desperation overpowered me as I pleaded with him through the projection. He had made it so far. He couldn’t cave then. And finally, thankfully, a canon fires & he’s still breathing. And I can remember the sensation of my first inhale in response. And I knew I would embrace him soon.
That’s when it all shifted. He returned, but he was still damaged. And poisoned wealth, that somehow still saves so many, joined our District as well. Again I concluded that all must be suffering, even those not suffocating from starvation. Every family member didn’t combust with overwhelming joy as I did. At subtle moments, even Kirito didn’t appear satisfied with the result. The need to over confiscate for the lack of brightness only enhanced within me.
A functional house, clothes, and food were gifted to my family from our generous Cousin. I could see the horrific memories haunting his stare, yet he selflessly concentrated on others. Every opportunity available I journey to the Victor Village to join his company in appreciation for all he’s done, and primarily for his persistence. He didn’t leave me.
When Cameras and attention aren’t protruding on him, I’m often seeking for his presence. The spotlight demanded upon him is solely the discomfort that trembles my spine. Ever since the Capitol’s hunger infected our District, I’ve despised the lone thought of an array of eyes upon me. Isolation with a few is much safer. But again, Kirito eases any mental stress. Numerous people can’t occupy the room while he’s treating a patient, and thankfully I’m nearly the only one ever allowed in.
Even before Kirito was captured from us, I had studied under his extensive wisdom. When it came to any disease or severe wound, he either knew the cure or could discover it within minutes. Now I’m assured he can recite any antidote, and I strive to follow in his skill. When the bell releases us from school, or a rhythm ends work, I’m insistent on traveling to my real lessons. A citizen is relieved from agony by our fingertips, or the plants to heal are observed and learned intensely. Every session is valuable, and distracts me from the cruelty of the Panem while we deprive it a single step at a time. It’s during one of these days that I became aware of my older Brother’s answer to his own solution.
Hachiro will never be able to view the woman I’m becoming, he chose not to. Darkness has always envisioned him, and he doesn’t wish to alter that. He’ll never gaze across the odd shape of my head, and my over plump cheeks, the blankness of my eyes, or the wave of my chocolate-colored hair. He’ll never observe how his & Kyoshi’s own eyes shine alluringly, unlike mine. Or how our new home is much more captivating then the shack we were raised in.
There is no escaping from the hardship of Life. We pleaded in poverty for obvious reasons. We beg in fortune for explanations less illustrated. In the long scheme, unfairness wraps various packaging. The enlightenment of being happy anyways is a choice. Necessities maintain so many now, while not injecting a change of mind into them all. There is no preventing two from being taken from us every year. There was no assurance Kirito would make it home alive. There is no resuscitating Iain, as painful as it is. But we can chose to be happy before we’re concluded as well.
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