Broken, beaten and scarred, I was, I am. Abused by the Capitol, forced into a cruel job. I was released only one year ago, I moved to district twelve, for it being the only district I truly know. My life is an open book and my scars are the story, both the good and the bad scars, inside and out. But all and all, I am Effie Trinket, and this is my story.
Back story-
I was living my life above them all, living in the Capitol having everything handed to me on a silver platter. Most people would love having to barely do a thing, but you forget how to do things in the end. I was the escort for district twelve for the Hunger games, from the 64th to the 75th games. The rebellion came during the 75th games and I was captured. Most of everyone managed to make it to the hovercraft to district thirteen. I was beaten, electrocuted, burned, hit, and left to freeze in a cell naked and alone. Three weeks had passed and I was rescued, half-starved to death, I could have been dead within the hours. My rescuer remains anonymous to this day.
Shortly after I was rescued I was placed in district thirteens' medical center. My scars could not be fixed, my broken bones took months to heal, and my weak body is still in process of becoming my normal size. I was released after six months and moved to district twelve. I lived with Katniss' mother until my things arrived and I had a home. I now live in one of the vacant victors house's, surprisingly my neighbor is the much more sober Haymitch Abernathy. It has now been a year and district twelve is officially my home.