Hey! i am so so sorry to everyone who was reading this fanfic then i just stopped updating! you are all awesome who sticked to this story while i was gone i ended up having to make a hole new profile DX hope you injoy! (i am the same author as before just new profile)


Chapter 1- meeting

"I seen the mockingjay!" a little girl ran up and told me. She was full of exitment, jumping up and down

"where did you see her?" i ask, i see her smile grow larger which i thought was impossible

"on the t.v! The news man said that the mocking jay is making her way into every district for a peace meeting! shes coming here to district 2!" She yells excitedly. i give her a shy smile as she runs to another stranger to tell him the news

"where are your parents!?" i hear the man yell at her threw annoyence and i try hard not to laugh.

wial im walking home i look up at the sky and think of what she said. there really coming here, my parents are coming to the district they abandoned me in. my names lily mellark and im 9 years old, but i will never really be a mellark. ive been abandoned in the darkness. but as my foster family tells me, i deserve to suffer and be treated the way i do.

as im walking down the street i notice people staring at me with worried and simpethedic looks. I get use to the looks though. My plain white shirt i woren out and stained with both mine and animal blood. it has holes and rips in it along with my light blue pants. the knees are woren out and is full of staines as well. My little white t-shirt doesnt hide all of the bruises and cuts on my arms and the holes in my jeans dont cover the burns and scraps either. my long brown hair is just pass my tail bone and it usually hides the whipping marks on my back. My cloths feel kinda baggy on me cause of how small i am. My step father says i dont deserve to eat so every chance i get to have something to eat i dont give it up. My best friend, james, is starting to get really worried about my health. he says its not normal to be able to see my hip bones and be able to count all my ribs. but its not like i want to be like this, its just the sucky part of life i guess

a couple days ago my stuped teacher kept me after class to ask where i get my wounds from and why im so skinny. i told her that i have a eating disorter and that im a verry clumbsy kid. after she kept me for over a hour she finally let me go home. i ran strate home and as i thought i was punished for being late and given the new gash i have now on the side of my face. when i went to school the next day with it the teacher saw it and started crying and had to escuse herself from the classroom

I can see the house i am forsed to live in in the distance and sigh, it will never feel like a real home to me. i dont know what its lke to be in a real home, to have a real family. im guessing its like the family my friend james has. a loving mother and father, two cool older brothers and a sweet little sister. hes older brothers, mark and liam, have turned 14 and 17 and his little sister angel is turning 4 soon. james is 9 just like me and has the biggest heart just like the rest of his family. i havnt been over to his house since his mother started to cry when seen just how skinny i am.

Me, james, and angel where all having fun playing in the mud and having a mud war that my cloths got ruined. mrs. bonds, james mother, had some spare cloths that she lent me. as i was changing mrs. bonds came into the room and seen how sunken in my stomach is and how almost all my bones show and started crying. she tried to keep me there but we both new if i didnt get back it would only make it worse. but since then ive only gotten worse, james says i look like i could break at the slightest touch but i know by my step fathers beatings that i wont.

when i get closer i reliese that theres a huge moving truck right infron of the next door house. the last nabours moved away because of my fathers threats against them. they tried to stop my step fathers beating and he treatend to kill them all. i havnt seen them ever since

As i walk closer i hear laughing so i take a peek over. i notice a little girl playing in the front yard. she looks to be about 3 years old. i can see a big, fluffy pink tutu poping out of her cute little blue fuzzy jacket with little white mitts attached to the sleeves. she has the littlist pair of jeans ive ever seen on. Her hairs similar to mine, long and brown and her eyes are a shiny blue. If anyone saw us together they would think we were sisters

"Kat! please be carful sweety!" i see a young man at the front door yell to her. Hes verry muscular and has one of those faces that makes him look older than he really is. my guess is hes in his mid 20s or early 30s

"ok daddy!" the little girl, kat i believe, yells back to her dad. He disapears back into the house and the little girl keeps playing with her little doll she has. as im nearing i see the little girl run towards the big oak treein her front yard and starts climbing it. i keep a eye on her as she gets higher and higher. she stops climbing when shes halfway up and looks down, her beautiful grey eyes full of fear. Ten i feel my heart stop as the little branch she was standing on snaps, sending her strate to the ground. she screams and i run as fast as i can to the falling little girl and catch her before sje hit the ground. we both fall to the ground but i make sure she lands ontop of me instead of the hard ground. i feel a sharp pain in my wrist and hear a loud snapping noice and i know ive broken it. great, another weakness against my step father.

"are you ok?" I ask her, sitting up holding her tightly in my arm, her sitting on my lap. she gives me alittle nod and looks into my eyes. her beautiful grey ones are full of tears and fear but she seems to be unharmed

"im ok, thank you" she says quietly "are you-" she didnt get the chance to finish her question before the man that was at the front door earlier is bolding out of the house

"KAT!?" he spots us both by the tree and starts running towardsus. kat jumps up from my lap and runs strate into his arms "daddy!" she cries

"baby what happened? are you ok?" he asks her, scooping her up and holding her in his arms against his hip. she nods

"im ok daddy, the nice girl saved me!" she says pointing to me

i get up off the ground and wipe my already dirty pants off "i saw her fall so i caught her..." i tell him in a quiet voice, i grab my hurt wrist and attempt to hide it from the stranger. i only trust 4 guys and thats james, liam, mark, and mr. bonds. but something by his worried expresion makes me think that i can trust this man. but i wont put my guard down

"are you ok? thank you so much for saving my baby girl. i dont know what i would do if i lost her..." he tells he, holding her in his arms

i give him a nod and a kind smile "im ok, and it was the least i can do"

the man smiles then i see his eyes check me over. he looks into my eyes with such worry that ive only seen in the bonds family "are you sure your ok?..." he asks after a long period of just staring into my eyes. i was beggining to think he was reading my mind

"yes, im fine"

"whats your name?" he asks me suddenly and it catches me off guard. he must relieze this though "i would like to now the name of the girl who saved my daughters life..."

"my names lily, i better be going. my step father will be wondering where i am" i say, i turn to head to my house but he gently grabs my wrist. exept he grabs my bad wrist, making pain shoot up my arm. i make a noise of pain and he instently lets go

"im sorry, i didnt mean to hurt you!" he say

i just shake my head "its ok..." i take a run for my house, ignoring his calls out to me for me to return. when i walk in i head strate down to my 'bedroom'.

its pretty much a storage closet in the bacement. i sleep on a pile of close on the cold cement floor. the septic tank blew one day and half the tiny room is covered in septic. theres a big hole in the roof and i can peer right out it and lookoutside. when it rains it poors right onto me but its kinda like a cold shower. i have no other choice, this is my home, my life. this is the darkness i was left to suffer in.

i hear the door to my 'room' burst open and i know my step fathers home, and hes angry. hes always angry

"GET UP HERE NOW!" he yells angrerly at me. i bit my lip and slowly make my way upstairs. when im at the top my step father grabs the colar of my shirt

hes hair is a long wavy blonde thats always greesy, hes verry stronge and is always drunk. he always wears his greasy, sweaty black shirt and grey sweat pants. i dont know why hes so angry, but theres always something that ive done wrong

he picks me up by the color of my shirt and slams me hard against the wall but i refuse to make a sound. i try hard to hold in my screams pf pain cause if i dont t will only make things worse

"why did our new nabour ask for you!? did you go to him and tell hm im 'hurting' you!? Ive told you over and over again that im not hurting you! im punishing you!" he screams into my face. normal 9 year old girls would be crying and scared but 9 years of this has gotten me use to it

"all i did was save his daughter..." i tell him quietly

"why!? i told you! go to school then right back!" he lets out a angry sigh and i know what hes going to do. Hes fist conects with my stomach and he drops me to the ground. i crawl into a ball to try and shield myself from his powerful kicks. i start to taist blood in my mouth and i see spots everywhere but i try hard not to cry out. i reliese hes stoped kicking me and i take a peek threw the corner of my eye to see what hes doing, if hes finally reliezed what hes doing is wrong. but i find nothing.

i sit up and lean against the wall, i lift my shirt and start to examin the huge bruises ive been left with. i hear heavy footsteps coming back and a look towards the direction where there coming from. my eyes widen in fear and i start to tremble in fear.

my step fathers standing there with a bat, and at the end of it is a bunch of little nails. "This should teach you once and for all!" he yells and smashes the bat into my skinny leg. i scream in pain which only makes him hit me harder. i feel the blood rushing out of my leg and i start to feel tired. i scream for help and for him to stop. but all i get is him kicking me to my side and smashing me with the bat in the back. it hurt so bad i was scared. i can hardly hear anything from the pounding sound in my head and i cant move my leg at all

my face is forced to look up at my reched step father, his grip on my chin is so tight i know theres going to be a big, ugly bruise there tomorrow "you worthless peice of shit! Why cant you ever do anything right!? Your the biggest failure in the world!" i see him lift the bat, pointing the side without the nails towards my face. hes right, i am usless. i deserve to die

'im sorry james... i love you...' i think as a single tear falls down my cheek

i feel the pain as the bat comes in contact with my face and i know im going to black out. im expecting to feel the next blow but theres nothing. i see threw the blood in my eyes a big, dark figure pick up my step father with one arm and slam him onto the ground hard

"what the hell do you think your doing!?" i hear the farmiliar voice of my new nabour scream at him "do you know what your doing is alegal and complety wrong!?"

"stay the fuck out of it buddy! unless you want something to happen to that preciose little girl of yours!" i hear my step father yell

the pain in my leg and my back is starting to go away because of all the blood loss, but i fight to stay conciose. i have to

"you fucker!" i hear my nabour yell. i hear a loud smash and my step father scream in pain

"do you know who i am!? i am general gale hawthorne! one call and i can get you killed in just seconds! got it!?"

i listen for his anwser but theres nothing but silence. i start to get scared but then i hear someone kneel beside me. im not sure if its my step father or mr. hawthorne

"lily? can you hear me?" i hear mr. hawthorne ask with a tone that no one but james' family use on me. its full of kindness and worry. i try to say im ok but i choak on some blood

"plz lily, try not to talk ok?" i hear him say. i feel his arms wrap around me and i flinch away. afraid of what he will do

"no its ok lily, i promise i wont hurt you" he tells me. it sounds like hes begging me to trust him, and something tells me i can. as hes picking me up my hole body if in a horrible pain. i instently get dizzy and i end up passing out in mr. hawthornes strong arms as he rushes me out of the house and towards the hospital

Hey! i know, this story is very evil and cruel but everyone has a dark side :D my friends at school dont believe me that i can write storys as good as i think i can so they made the bet that i couldnt write a story that started with "i seen the mockingjay" and be about abuise with james bond in it so i thought i would give it a try! Please tell me if you liked it and if i sjould continue it! please review!

~ monster/divergent :3