A/N-Boring Boring Boring I know. Please read and review anyway.- Kat
I stand there glaring at Etna, until we the darkness leaves, then I rush to the window to see the Capitol. Levi speeds over to see what we have only dreamed about. It's beautiful of course, but there's something off about it. Too surreal. The people aren't starving, like District 11, and people walk around freely, laughing, not scared. The colors hurt my eyes, but I can't look away. It's entrancing. Hands appear as people start waving. I hesitate to wave back, knowing that these people watch all of the tributes death and enjoy it. The thought sickens me. But I grit my teeth and feign a smile, forcing myself to look happy to be here.
The prep team circles me, examines me. All of them are surprisingly normal looking. Their only alteration is the weirdness of their hair style and color. Odin is tall with lime green and black hair that is brushed over and ends in spikes. He also wears a lot of black eye liner, making him look shocked at all times. Zena is short, shorter than me, and has flawless silver hair that ends just under her ears. She's very pale, but instead of making her look washed out, it seems to make her glow. Puck is taller than all of them with electric blue and black hair that sticks up everywhere like he's always running his hands through it and he wears a hint of blue eyeshadow on the corner of his eyes. Linnea is almost as tall as Puck and she wears her hot pink hair loose and it ends in a jagged slant across her back. She wears bright pink lipstick and her teeth are unrealistically white. I'm bathed and scrubbed down for over an hour before I'm clean enough to their satisfaction. I'm pulled out of the bath, dried off, and ignored.
"Hmmm, she's quite hairy." Zena chirps. "This is going to hurt, but we need to get rid of all of your hair." She tells me warningly. She dips a wooden stick into a pot, covering it with a mysterious substance. Then she rubs the substance, which has the consistency and color of honey, onto both of my eyebrows. Next she places a strip of cotton over them, rubbing it to make sure it sticks. I hear a count of three and then she pulls hard on the strip of cotton. I breathe in sharply, feeling the hair being ripped out from its roots. Zena does the same thing to my other eyebrow. Now both eyebrows are stinging.
"Oh were sorry." Puck trills in his Capitol accent. Despite my pain I'm almost laughing. His voice sounds so funny in the silly Capitol accent. They continue ripping my hair from it's roots from my legs, arms, and underarms, for over two hours. When their done I'm stinging, itching, and trying my best to keep back the tears. After they rub me down with lotion that soothes my now hairless skin they file and paint my nails until they are perfect ovals and the tips are white. They give me a robe to wear, but almost immediately makes me take it off so they can cover me in different smelling scents. Odin prods a bruise over my ribcage.
"What happened here?" He asks, not really sounding interested.
"I fell." I mumble. They nod, completely convinced, and then continue their non-important conversations. I tune them out and start thinking back to the night before the reaping as the prep team begins on my hair. My mother is passed out on the bed, Liam and Heath are at Mavis's, and I'm alone, trying to find a place to hide before he comes home. The front door slams and I'm in the kitchen, looking for a place to hide between the pots and pans.
"I'm home!" My father announces boisterously. He's drunk again. Not just tipsy or a little drunk, he's so drunk that tomorrow he'll remember none of this and complain about the worst hangover in his life. But I'll remember all of it.
"Oh God." I whisper, horrified. I stand up and am about to leave when he's already standing in front of me. He strikes me across the face, sending me sprawling across the floor. I don't cry out, it would just make him hit me harder. He kicks me in a weak spot on my ribs. In extreme agony I cry out. He kicks me again, harder. I'm close to screaming now. With tears streaming down my face I get up and push him over. He's so drunk that he has no sense of balance and falls to the ground. Using this to my advantage I begin to run for my life. I turn a corner and practically run into him. I scream and begin to cry harder. He grabs me and begins to shake me.
"You don't run away from your father, you useless girl!" He shouts. His face is so close to mine that I can smell the liquor on his breath. His hand flies to my face. The impact of his hand would've sent me into the opposite wall. But since he's holding me so tightly all I can do is stand there.
A/N- thanks for reading! Please review! Did you know that only 53% of women would marry the same man again if they had the chance?