I'm Not Mean

by lequeenofmoondoor

All Aikia Satche ever wanted was to be loved, by her father, husband, children. Instead, she had hate and abuse thrown at her. She doesn't try to be mean; you try being nice with all of the bitterness in your life. But who is Aikia Satche, and why should you care? She's Mrs. Mellark.

The day I was born was the worst day of my father's life. Not only was I a girl, my mother died giving birth to me. He's blamed me for it my whole life. I was the slave, the punching bag. I am Aikia Satche, daughter of Bryant Satche, wife of Liam Mellark, and mother to Ash, Rye, and Peeta Mellark.

I know that I am not loved; only one person ever did love me, truly and unconditionally. My father screamed at me, beat me, and made my life a living hell. He literally named me "Torture". My only friend ditched me to join the kids who were cool and houses' didn't smell like alcohol, then she stole the heart of my boyfriend. A man cared for me once, but fell for someone else and I was the second option, the condolence prize. I gave him children only because he wanted them. The man who was my husband turned them against me, so that I had to yell at them to do things.

Ash, the oldest of my children ignored me all of the time. Rye would yell at me, hit me even, but no one did anything about it. Peeta was my favorite child. He never had a cruel thing to say, but sometimes I yelled at him. I was just so frustrated at the mess of my life. But it was Liam whom I feared the most.

My husband may seem sweet, but that was his shell. At home, he would curse at me, beat me. He was just like my father. It's hard to believe that the man I married is so different from the boy I fell in love with. Liam used to be sweet, charming, and romantic, with a pinch of shyness thrown in. He treated me like a queen, made me feel special. Where did that man go?

Well, he's not completely gone, though none of that affection is toward me. It all goes to the Everdeens. I know that he dreams of Asheli every night. When he makes me do IT, I know it's her he's imagining. I've also caught him staring at Primrose; she is the spitting image of her mother.

Is happiness too much to ask? Do I not deserve a normal childhood? Am I not worthy of a loving husband and children? What did I do wrong? Isn't God supposed to love his children?

To be honest, I was relieved when I died. I was finally free of the miserable place I called home. My life didn't treat me well. My father, my husband, my friend, my sons all hated me. Peeta was my one ray of sunshine. I guess he'll never know how much I really loved him.

What do you guys think? Should I make this into an actual story, or keep it as a one-shot? Review or PM me with the answer!