Cyndalyn: The Life of an Avox
I am an avox.
That means the capitol has surgically removed my tongue so I may never talk again. It started on the day Ren suggested we run away from our district, 3 days before the reaping. The next two days I got my stuff together. When it finally the day of the reaping, we decided to run during it. As everyone was gathering at the town square we were moving away from it. Ren checked for peacekeepers and other people, while I check to see if the fence was live. Luckily for us it wasn't. We quickly shimmied under the fence. We were free. Of the Capitol, of our parents, of everything!
Ren told me we were going to district 13. I told him he was crazy, but apparently there are still people there. Living underground. We lived in the woods for three days before the hovercraft finally caught up with us.
We had found a forested area and stopped to rest. We saw the hovercraft and ran a bit further. They blew a spear-like object in to Ren's chest and I screamed his name. I saw these two people hiding out, a girl about my age, and a boy a few years older. I looked over there and pleaded for them to help with my eyes. They stayed there just looking at us and saying sorry with their eyes.
Now I realize had they helped they would be dead like Ren, or an Avox like I am.