District 7: Jar of Hearts
Jar of Hearts by Christina Perri
And who do you think you are?
Runnin' around leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
So don't come back for me
Don't come back at all…
Disclaimer: Don't own Hunger Games
Auger Locke (17) POV
Moving a single strand of my shoulder length dark brown hair away from my hazel eyes, I pick up one of my most critically acclaimed works, "Mors de somnio", meaning Death of a Dream in Latin. I research and write extensively on the Capitol's hidden agendas and secrets they keep from us. I rebel in my own special way, saying what I believe through paper and pen, letting my words form into a beautiful piece of art for rebels. My works have caught fire in all the districts, especially in District 13. I even almost caused a full out rebellion in Districts 3 and 5. Now since the Capitol has found out, my essays and books are sold secretly and fly under the radar. I go under the pseudonym, Nom de Guerre, for my own protection. My first work, "Et ipsi observabant nos ardere", Latin for They Watched Us Burn, became a hit with many of the secret rebels here in Panem. Since then , I spend my time writing here in my small apartment close to the City Hall. I wait for the rekindling of the Girl on Fire's dream. For us to live free from the Capitol. For innocent children to live without fear of being reaped for the deadly Hunger Games.
Suddenly the door swings open to my best friends, Tillie and Qurt. Tillie may not be the brightest bulb in the box, but she is so sweet and very nice. Qurt is also nice and he often likes to spend time with me alone, without Tillie. I don't mind it's just whenever I ask him, he just blushes and stammers. His responses never make much sense but he's my best friend, so. As Tillie begins to make herself at home, Qurt pulls me over to the kitchen. Qurt's been acting a little strange lately, I don't know why. He always smiles and laughs at weird times, he gets jealous if another guy starts to talk to me, and I often catch him staring at me.
"So Auger, I was wondering if after the reaping if you would like to go to the park with me," he says as he stares deep into my eyes. He smiles and waits for my reply. I don't know why he would ask so seriously. We hang out all the time and everything.
"Sure Qurt, is Tillie going with us?"
"Ummm I just wanted it to be you and me tonight, I have something to tell you."
"Why can't you just tell me now?"
"It's a surprise."
"Okay, well should we head to the reaping now?
"Yeah, sure."
Walking with Tillie and Qurt on both sides of me, I smile and lock my apartment door, not daring to look back, not thinking it would be the last time.
Hudson Archipello (18) POV
"Mom, you need to eat. I know you're sad about the accident, but Dad wouldn't want you to act like this. He would want you to keep living and care for your children. I'm hurting just as much as you. Think of Marcy, Arabella, Kameron, and Arlen. They need you. They need to know that you are still there. We need you more than ever. Hello?"
I wave my hand in front of her face. She just stares. Stares out the window and cries. Cries for her husband who left just a few weeks ago, from a logging accident. She doesn't move from the spot at the table where she got the phone call that changed her life. I beg for her to move and go outside, but she just shoves me away and yells for me to leave her alone. 7 days later I found her hanging from the kitchen fan and a bloodied suicide note at the table.
Dear Hudson,
I know you wake up the earliest, so that's why I write this note to you. I couldn't take it anymore. The pain gnawed and bit at me. I couldn't breathe, the pain of losing the love of my life, your father, was too much. I tried to move, but my body wouldn't let me. I was drowning in a world of pain. I'm sorry to leave my children like this, to discover my bloodied wrists and my body dangling from the fan. I'm sorry. Please take care of them for me.
Love, Mom
I sit and stare at the note, tiny specks of fresh blood cover it. I look at my mother not far from where I sit and stare, not thinking of anything and stare. I think of how my life has now changed, my younger siblings will never be the same. Broken. I sit and sob for my parents who will never see us grow and fall in love, to have children of our own and grow old enough for them to die at a ripe age. My older sister, Marcy's screams shake me from my thoughts. I go up to her shaking body and hold her, soon the others join us and we gather in a group hug. Wanting this nightmare to end.
I stand at my parents graves. They are buried side by side, just like they asked us. Before the accident, my mother said if something happened to them, to bury them together and have their gravestones near the home where they lived most of their lives together at. I dug up their graves and buried them. We had no ceremony. It was too much. It's the one year anniversary of their deaths. I'm alone, the fresh summer breeze blows my dark brown hair around, and my brown eyes are strained red from the tears I shed for them. I work chopping down trees in the district's forests. I had to drop out of school to help support my family. My older sister works for the mayor; her one year old daughter stays with her father. My siblings stay with our neighbors while we work. Today is reaping day and I worry for myself and Arabella. Luckily this is my last one.
I watch as my family comes outside, ready for the reaping and with faces drooped low. I carry the youngest, Arlen on my back and hold Arabella's and Kameron's hands as we slowly walk to the town square to see who will be chosen to represent District 7 in a deadly game hosted by no other than the Capitol.
Auger Locke (17) POV
"Auger Locke."
I sigh and make my way to the wooden stage. I hear my mother and friends cry and scream out for me. I watch as a tall and lanky peacekeeper makes his way towards me. I'm not very liked around peacekeepers, considering how I always talk back to them. Before he can touch me, I punch him right in the gut and continue my death march to the escort. Other peacekeepers rush to his side and give me dirty looks. I don't care. I'm already being sent to my death.
Hudson Archipello (18) POV
"Hudson Archipello."
I panic. I immediately look into the crowd, to see my sister's face go completely white. They cry and scream knowing that I could be dead in the next week, leaving them like our parents. I try my best to look strong as I quickly make my way up the stage. The stupid escort smiles at me. I just want to punch him, along with all the Capitol people. Medication is too expensive. We couldn't afford to buy my mother anti-depressants after my father passed. They could've saved her life. The Capitol has so much money and luxuries, yet the districts here suffer for them to prosper. I hate them.
"Here are your District 7 tributes, Auger Locke and Hudson Archipello!"
A/N: Here are the District 7 tributes, Auger and Hudson. Review what you think of them! Just one more reaping and we are into the pre game stuff, I'm so excited!
Love Always, Domi