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Her name is Violet.
And as it turns out, she's from District 12, too. After they found Violet in the wreckage of the laboratory, they scoured the area and discovered a file. Shortly after the bombing in twelve, they came back, and found some survivors, who they captured as prisoners. Examples to the rest of the nation, they said, that no one could escape the Capital and get away with it.
One of these survivors was her mother, who was pregnant with her. Her father, however, was recorded as killed in the attack. Her mother wasn't even aware she was pregnant until they reached the Capital and ran some tests on her. Once they found out, they thought it would be the perfect opportunity, For what, we don't know. That's all the file contained.
Violet couldn't remember what happened to her either. She doesn't remember anything before arriving here in twelve. According to Dr. Aurelis, she could be suffering from psychogenic amnesia, and her memories could be repressed due to psychological trauma, as an act of self-preservation. Peeta also consulted Beetee, who proposed that her memories could also have been purposely altered, or taken from her by the researchers, to prevent us from finding out what experiments they conducted on her.
But it's not until several months later that I actually get to meet her. Peeta finally convinces me that it will be safe to leave Willow at home without us. She's not alone, of course. Greasy Sae has volunteered to watch over her.
When I first see Violet, she's sitting in the corner of the playroom at the orphanage, looking down at a book. We've decided to leave WillowThe first thing I notice her hair. Its black, falling below her shoulders. She has tan brown skin. She's dressed in a long purple shirt and pants. Once she looks up, I notice she also has wide, brown eyes. But it's the look in her eyes that gets me. Its almost haunted. I shiver, and Peeta squeezes my hand. No little girl should have that.
Her reaction to me is not at all what I thought it would be. She looks over at us, first at Peeta, then at me, sets her book down, and walks over to us.
"Are you Katniss?" she asks.
"Yes," I reply hesitantly, "And I hear you're name is Violet."
She smiles, her eyes lighting up. How can someone's eyes be filled with so much pain at one moment and so much innocence the next?
Then, she does something I could never anticipate. She rushes forward, hugging me at my waist. I startle, not expecting the sudden contact.
"I knew you would come," she whispers fiercely. "You can help anybody, you're the Mockingjay."
I look towards Peeta, at a loss for words. He just looks back at me and grins.