"Now I'm thinking violently because I feel my country went and lied to me. It's bringing out a whole new fucking side of me"
Collete Busattil- Aged 17- District 10:
I sat on the edge of the bed, my bare legs hanging over the edge with my feet placed on the cold wooden floor. The cold air stabbed at my naked body but I didn't care anymore, why would I. My life had become so low that I was now sleeping with old, creepy peacekeepers just to keep myself alive. If it wasn't for the hole in between my legs, I would of been killed long before now.
I looked around the plain, dark room that held nothing but a double bed and a small set of chester draws. This room was only used for when a pretty inmate came around, even if they pretended it was for people on the night shift. Even looking like this, it was better than any cell they placed me in.
I stood up and walked over to the small window that was on the other side of the room. The window overlooked a sprawling ranch that lay just over the walls of the prison I had been condemned to. I didn't even belong here, I wouldn't have killed anyone without a reason. I had no other choice.
I spent my life under my mother's control, she let them men rape me when I was just seven and for what? A bottle of rum? to my mother, me and my sister, Yasmine, didn't even amount to a shit stain on the floor. She deserved that knife to the throat and I would kill her a hundred times more. Who let's a nine year old girl get raped and killed only to get more upset about not getting there payment. I did it for me and Yasmine.
My mother taught me that there was such thing as love, just lust. I wanted to be loved but I knew no one ever could. Who could love something as messed up as me, the only one who did was my sister and she is gone.
I looked over to the man in the bed who had bought ownership of me for the night. I could easily slit his throat and try to escape tonight, it wasn't like I was in a cell or anything. I knew I wouldn't get far though and it would only give them reason to execute me faster. Nah, my escape was coming tomorrow.
Even as a convict, I was still forced to go into the reapings and my name was still put in the great ball of death. I would volunteer and there is nothing they can do about it until the arena. Sure, if I won, I would be cleared of my charges but that wasn't why I was volunteering. There is a 99% chance of shit storm and it's coming The Capitals way.
"I am going to hell" I laughed "who's coming with me?" I whispered to the silver moon in the midnight sky.
Yeah...this is a dark chapter for a dark character but trust me, she is very interesting. I gave her a chapter here because I needed a filler and this describes her backstory better than the reaping's would. I can do this for all tributes if you like. Her looks will be described more in the reaping chapter.
Questions:
-What do you think of Collette?
-How will you character act around her and what will they think of her?
I still need some characters so if you know anyone who want's to submit, please tell them about this story.
-Thanks for reading (sorry it was short) ^^
