Another tribute is here! Meet Amber Sienna, a cute 12 year-old, district 9`s female tribute. Atthe end of this chapter there is a slightly disturbing scene, be warned. I was shaking while I wrote it (that particular scene), but still, I hope I got it right. Anyways, enjoy!
Different
Amber. It`s not a name you would give to a short girl with pale skin. It`s not a name you should give to a girl like me. I suppose my parents just had no better ideas. Or, they thought I would look like a girl named Amber. Like they and all my other sisters do. Hopefully I blend in perfectly, in spite of my appearance. But sometimes, just sometimes, I wonder weather they are my parents at all.
When I was younger I used to imagine that I was a princess that somebody stole and sold to my current family, ridiculous as it sounds. I had a proof,though, a really huge proof that I belonged to it. My fun, charming uncle, who looked just like me. Fair complexion, dark brown curls and hazel eyes. Dad often had rows with him for things I didn`t quite understand. What I knew was that he was doing something extremely dangerous, that could get him killed. It wasn`t until the worst happened that I got it. He was a rebel.
Some families would have probably been proud of him. When Jane Lewis`s brother died in the rebellion her parents organized a huge funeral to show that they thought highly of him. Most kids at our neighborhood constantly bragged about family members that were rebels. Some have actually went on a mission with them, though not all of them returned.
My family, however, was different. They didn`t want to bury him, to cry for him, to be in mourning for him. Mom even stopped me from going to the modest funeral the people from his detachment made. He didn`t exist anymore. He had never existed.
It`s his eyes, decide as I stare at the Capitol man on the stage. It`s his eyes that are so terrifying.
I`ve never seen such a person in my entire life. He is short and quite slim, in a twisted, unnatural way. His clothes are so bright that I can`t bring myself to look away from them. But it`s his eyes that are the worst part. They shine in a brownish shade of red, which I hope is not their natural colour. The result is a grotesque, a creature that hardly looks like a human.
His voice is not humane either, sounding more like the squeaking of a squirrel. I`m so busy listening and looking at his weird self that I don`t hear the words. A mistake, which I regret when I hear my name read out loud. He pulled it out of huge bowl with an even bigger smile. Like a lottery. And I have won!
But why is nobody smiling or cheering?
`We saved it for your birthday` mother says and gasps silently `But as you won`t be here…`
The necklace is beautiful, really. It`s made out of some soft leather colourful and bright. I can`t imagine how much it costs. Maybe I wasn`t just `one of the girls for them`.
`I always knew you were different` starts dad and I can`t help but smile `You`re just like your uncle. `
And suddenly the smile, the happiness that filled me is gone.
`We miss him every day.` a shadow of pain crosses father`s face `It was for your safety that we pretended we didn`t care.`
`My little girl` mom hugs me tightly and dissolves into cries `Come back! You can make it. I know you can manage.`
`Just like uncle managed?`
He pushes me against the wall and I no longer have any way to escape. There is more strength in this slim body than I`ve expected.
`You filthy little thing` he wishpers as I try to kick him, or move or anything. `Stand still and it won`t hurt a lot.` a devious smile crosses his face `But it will hurt.`
His small hand rushes down to my pants, pulling them down viciously. I scream in pain as the zipper scratches me and soon my mouth is covered. He looks at me angrily, his red eyes shining.
And then it happends. Someone kicks the door open and drags him aways. There is a small fight, but soon the Capitol man is gone swearing. Once this happends I turn my eyes to my savior, a tall, light-skinned boy I recognize as Joshua, the other tribute. It`s amazing how he looks just like me. But Joshua also looks as if he`s ready to kill someone, preferably from the Capitol. He brings himself, however, to wishper some words of soothe and hug me tightly as I slowly loose consciousness.