deacon / district 7

[sidney]

deacon
eighteen • district seven • runaway

i know it's in here somewhere, who i really was. but that's not who i am anymore. who i am is standing right before you and has been for the better part of a year, learning to love all the crooked parts of you. who i am now is who i want to be. whoever i was DOESN'T MATTER ANYMORE.

[sidney]

BREAKING NEWS!
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[ Upbeat music plays ] ACTION REPORT with Carly Volkov Good evening, Panem! I'm your host Carly Volkov, and this is your nightly Action Report. I'm here in Lancaster, District Four with breaking news. Keepers were called to the sleepy town of Lancaster late last night after reports came in of loud screams followed by several gunshots. As they arrived on the scene a short time later, they were met with a quiet, quaint family home at the end of a cul-de-sac engulfed in flames. Neighbors stood along the street as the house fire roared, panic ensuing as hoses were attached to three nearby hydrants and trailed back to the source. Taking nearly three and a half hours to put out, it had consumed the entire house before the flames could be quelled. Upon further inspection of the home, two bodies were found. A woman, roughly forty was found burnt to a crisp in what was once the master bedroom. And a man, roughly fifty was found in the kitchen, his hand still grasping the handle of the home's back door. It would appear he had been alive while the fire was still raging, and tried to break free. It is still unclear whether or not the female body found had been dead before or perished in the fire as well. Keepers will know more once their investigation has started. We do know that said home belongs to Amanda and Brian Hobbs. She was a homemaker according to records and her husband was a very talented fisherman who owned a very successful bait and tackle shop near the harbor. According to a few loose-lipped neighbors, the couple had two children. A son, Dean Hobbs. He is eighteen years old. And a daughter, Jessica Hobbs. She is fifteen years old. Both are considered missing at this time. It's been a somber night here in the town of Lancaster as neighbors have already started lighting candles. [ Camera pans over to a crowd, all holding candles, gathering a few feet away from the flashing lights of Keeper vehicles ] [ Sad music swells ] I'm Carly Volkov and this has been your nightly Action Report! Let's all keep the Hobbs family and their two missing children in our thoughts and hearts.

[sidney]

Darkness. An endless void of nothingness. It's black and it's all I know for so, so long. Seconds turn into minutes which fold into hours. Years? Decades? I don't know, but it feels like an eternity. And then it's just pain. So much fucking pain. Blinding, crippling, excruciating. I don't know why, or at least I don't remember. Did I die? Is this all there is now that I'm dead? Just the dark. Forever. No comfort. No happiness. No love. Who am I even? What's my name?  My mind is blank. As empty as the space around me feels. I try to think, to recall anything I can about who I am, but there's just nothing. My heart starts to race as panic sets in. How do I not know who I am? Is this supposed to happen?  I try to open my eyes. Once, twice, and then suddenly everything is white. It takes some adjusting, but eventually I start to see the tops of trees. Green and lush, sunlight peeking through from above. I blink a few times and realize the reason it looks so funny is because only one of my eyes is open. The other is swollen shut.  Pushing myself upright, I reach toward my face and wince as my fingertips make contact with what feels like a wound. A big slash across my face. It's not bleeding anymore; my fingers are dry when I pull my hand away and inspect. But it's still open and undressed.  And I still don't know why I was struck.  Where the fuck am I?  Who the fuck am I?

[sidney]

dars

[dars]

im obSESSED WITH HIMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM