Hello everyone! This is my 2nd fanfiction,( I know, the first one I'm still working on kinda failed...) please review!
Weakling
Chapter 1
I wake to the sounds of birdsong calling me awake, but I don't stir. Not for a few minutes at the very least. I wish I could stay here forever, on my bed, where there's no reaping, there's no games, there's no capitol, and there's no Panem.
But I know that won't happen.
It's been five years since my sister Rhea died in the 64th Hunger Games. She was nothing to the audience, merely another tribute fallen at the hands of some vicious career. She was the same as everyone who'd died in the bloodbath. Every nameless tribute who had a family who grieved and mourned them.
Her death was also when our family started to break.
Just a few weeks after the end of the 64th Hunger Games, there were peacekeepers at our door. Peacekeepers who came with the news that my father had been killed by a lumber accident. It was either a fallen tree, or something else. Dad never had strong senses. Sometimes he would go a little crazy, and needed to be calmed down.
But he never had a fit while working. That was the first time.
The next day, we were asked to head to the justice building for a medal or something. I couldn't remember. I was too busy trying to get my mother and brother into shape, as one was so young and one had almost taken a dive off the deep end and stayed there.
The voice of the mayor echoed in my head. Since Rhea has died, I am now the oldest child. I remember stepping forward, and feeling the scratchy feel of the medal hung on its string. My eyes were hollow. I couldn't speak, except to mutter a slight thank you.
The mayor then presented the medal to another boy's family. The boy's father had been killed in the same accident as mine.
So it was a fallen tree.
I remember exchanging a few words, me and him, but his image has mostly flown out of my head.
All I can recall are a pair of startling gray eyes, an eye colour that was quite uncommon in district seven. Most of our eyes here had a brownish hue, or occasionally blue eyes with the children of some of the wealthier merchants.
I lumber out of bed, feeling hollow. Mother is already up, preparing breakfast. She's recovered a bit over the years, but sometimes she still has flashbacks so bad she has to grip onto the sides of some furniture. She held on though, because my brother Albert has been quite sick for these years. Three years ago, there was some sort of virus spread that my unfortunate brother caught. He can't move well now, and he sometimes cannot take care of himself. He isn't old enough to be able to enter the reaping yet, but he will be in a few years. Sometimes, though, he is so poorly I even wish he should be dead, passed on and rid of all pain than have possibility of being chosen to fight in the stupid Hunger Games.
I cuss the capitol for doing this to us. First, they take my sister. They then are responsible for my father's death, which led us to the state which we are in now.
I hate the capitol.
A/n if there are any problems with the font, it's because I typed this up on an iPad.
So there's the first chapter! It isnuh much, but I wanted tusthis as a sort of intro.