olive dyches / d4 / fin
Apr 26, 2019 17:56:05 GMT -5
Post by goat on Apr 26, 2019 17:56:05 GMT -5
olive dyches
17
she/her
district 4
17
she/her
district 4
”Everybody is somebody different to every person,” her mother told her, the night before she disappeared.
Olive was thirteen, the eldest sister amongst three others, practically a second mother to them since their father had run off. She’d only nodded to what her mother had said before going upstairs to bed. She said strange things all the time, it was nothing out of the ordinary. The next morning, her mother was gone, and a week-long search revealed nothing, not even a body.
She was separated from her siblings, placed in a different orphanage across the District. Her entire life upended in one night because her mother fucked off to who-knows-where and left her daughters behind. She decided to train, to become a career. She wanted to be tough so nothing could ever destroy her again.
And so, nothing did. She built an iron wall around her heart and threw the key to the lock out to sea. When people were cruel to her, she was cruel right back. When people spread gossip about her, she’d spread something worse about them. People call her vindictive, or childish, but none of it matters to her. She focuses on her training, on trying to rekindle her lost relationships with her sisters (who’d been left much less damaged by the situation than she had).
After training every day, she stands out in the ocean, the water swirling around her knees, and thinks about how easy it would be to lay down and let herself float away into the great unknown. Maybe she’ll find her mother on the way out. Maybe she doesn’t care about her anymore. She still wonders, though, who she had been to her.
Olive was thirteen, the eldest sister amongst three others, practically a second mother to them since their father had run off. She’d only nodded to what her mother had said before going upstairs to bed. She said strange things all the time, it was nothing out of the ordinary. The next morning, her mother was gone, and a week-long search revealed nothing, not even a body.
She was separated from her siblings, placed in a different orphanage across the District. Her entire life upended in one night because her mother fucked off to who-knows-where and left her daughters behind. She decided to train, to become a career. She wanted to be tough so nothing could ever destroy her again.
And so, nothing did. She built an iron wall around her heart and threw the key to the lock out to sea. When people were cruel to her, she was cruel right back. When people spread gossip about her, she’d spread something worse about them. People call her vindictive, or childish, but none of it matters to her. She focuses on her training, on trying to rekindle her lost relationships with her sisters (who’d been left much less damaged by the situation than she had).
After training every day, she stands out in the ocean, the water swirling around her knees, and thinks about how easy it would be to lay down and let herself float away into the great unknown. Maybe she’ll find her mother on the way out. Maybe she doesn’t care about her anymore. She still wonders, though, who she had been to her.
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