Oakley Axemoore, District 7, Age 16, Male

"Hey, Oakley, can I talk with you?" My recently impregnated sister slowly opened the door, just enough so that her blonde locks could be seen through the crack. "Hey Acacia, and sure. What's up?" Even through the minuscule opening in our faded green door, I could see a grateful smile plastered onto her face.

She opened the door fully, she slowly made her way towards my bed, she then plopped herself onto it and turned to face me. I, who was currently at my desk, looking over our schoolwork. Unlike most Districts, our schools had remained open. I put downed my paper, which I was currently looking overt and turned to face her.

"So... What do you want to talk about?" My voice was welcoming, telling her to press on. "Life. And how all of a sudden mine got so horrible." I raised an eyebrow, urging her to go on, even though I already knew what she was going to say. She came to me about twice a week, complaining about everything. But I don't blame her, practically my whole family did so too.

I just wish that sometimes I could talk to them about my problems, instead of theirs.

"Pregnancy, the father being dead," I know all about that. I was the one who had to break the news to her. He was killed at the hands of a loyalist, he was somewhere, helping the rebel cause, now he's nowhere. His baby, still in the stomach of my older sister.

"War, school, dad, mom, every single Damn thing!"She started screaming the last part. Acacia was never the patient type, always focused on the present. Not Future. She wasn't the brightest, she was the blonde bimbo type if anything. But she was my sister, I had to care for her. Even though she could never properly care for me.

"I know-" I started nodding his head at her words. Pretending as if I hadn't heard them thousands of times before.

"No! You couldn't possibly know!" This was new. I winced slightly at her sound level."You're Oakley the perfect, sweet ,smart, little boy! YOU'VE never been called a hoe or slut behind your back, never had to loose someone you love! Because you're Oakley! And I hate you for it!"

She started crying into her palms on his bed. The majority of the tears were caught in her small, graceful hands, but the rest fell and stained my pure white bed sheets.

I got up from my desk, and tried to show that her words didn't affect me. But of course, deep down they reall, really did. I tried not to show how broken I was on the inside when I put my rough and calloused hand on her back. I tried to control my anger, because I did understand it. I understand it all. But nobody seems to care about me, it's only them. Always them.

I tell her that she is right. I don't know real pain like she has felt. That I don't understand anything that she's going through. She calls me perfect, but she doesn't know how messed up and screwed up in the head I really am.

She thinks that I was calm and emotionless as I told her about the death of her husband, would be father of her child. She though I hadnt known him enough to cry, to actually care. But what she doesn't know is the hours leading up to actually telling her.

When my family and I first heard the news, they, of course, all started crying, weeping, crying out their sorrows. None of them looked at me. They were all too busy themselves. If they had looked they'd see that I wasn't even with them anymore. But of course, they never noticed.

They never noticed how sometimes I would come to dinner bleary eyed and sniffling softly. They never noticed how maybe I also had a life, besides just helping them with their problems. The war hadn't just changed them, it had also greatly changed me. Yet, none of the, seemed to be able to see that. For a family as close as the rest of the District made us out to be, they really knew nothing about me.

I had run to my room, slamming the green door shit. Slumped to the ground, and lay there emotionless. I wanted to cry, my whole body was shaking in fear and regret. And that was the first time the war actually felt... real. That was when I broke.

Sure I was never quite right in the head, with my family, friends, peers always looking up to me, expecting me to be calm in the worst situations, and always have a plan in places where every one else had failed. It was nice, but horrible at the same time.

They couldn't just expect me to solve everything. I was the go to guy to complain to. But I couldn't go to anyone, even my best friend wouldn't work. My problems were now beyond they help of some high schooler. What I needed was a full on therapist. I was so messed up, my problems were just getting to me.

They didn't even care about me. They all cared about how their lives were so bad, yet they never even considered mine. I kept it inside, trying not to show it hurt. But, I think there's a quote for that. "Every time you hold on tears your drowning your heart." That's the one. I may not have been so messed up before the war, but I sure was now. And I couldn't just cry or complain or anything! Because everyone looked up to me for everything! They couldn't even solve their own stupid problems! And they all though he was the perfect little boy who'd never experienced pain in his life! None of the understand anything!

My mom? She didn't ever do anything! Ever! She was in bed and she was never get back up again, but she sure as Hell wasn't dead. My dad? Him? I barely even know the guy! He's distant, but do not give me one of those pity looks.

My sister, Acacia? I'm pretty sure you get her by now. She's twenty-two? Bonus fact, I guess. Oldest in the family, even though she acted the most premature. Next? My other sister Beecher! Why, she was bullied in school. Those Damn bullies made my sister suicidal for Gods sake! I made sure to put a stop to that. Came to me, on average three times a week for counselling. She was fourteen, but broken beyond repair. She was the only one who inherited my mother's hair, that's something, right?

Linden, oh sweet baby Linden. Sure he was only ten, but he was so young. I longed for that ignorance. He can't even remeber the war, rebellion. I am jealous, after everything you'd think I'd at least be allowed something for my troubles. Now, just because he's young doesn't mean he doesn't have problems. Because he sure as Heck does! And who does he go to for guidance! That's right! Me!

Always me! Why not someone, anyone else. I think I'm going crazy. So, so crazy.

Now Laurel, her? She was only four, yet she already made it quite clear she will only follow around Acacia and Beecher. She's smart, unlike the rest of our family, to not follow or look up to me. Despite what everyone says, I'm not someone you want to look up to. I'm way too messed up for that. Family is such a dull word to me now. It's sad, knowing how it used to mean so much.

I remeber the tears prickling my eyes, wanting so badly to fall. Yet, I couldn't let them.

I was the golden boy of our family. Smart, popular, athletic, selfless. I couldn't cry, I had to be the one who stays strong. In the end I volunteered to tell Acacia. They al looked at me with the same look, he boy who just appeared and just solved their problem. They all smiled, telling me how great I was. But they were all empty words.

Because even my own family knew absolutely nothing about me. And in the end, they'd lose their golden boy.

We used to get along great, now I sought refuge with my anger by smashing walls and bringing down buildings. Not literally. I looked at Acacia, I sighed, when had everything become so messed up? The war, it was all the Capitol's fault.

Isn't it funny? How everything leads back to the Capitol? I swear to God, I will bring them down. I don't care if the war's over. To me, it has just began. Because broken people, are sometimes the most beautiful.

I used to love my family, but as of late, a slight tugging in my gut made me want to hurl. I think I, Oakley Axemoore, was officially broken.

"I need to go to work, Acacia." She looked up at me, her face no longer as beautiful as it had been. her nose was scrunched up, her eyes were bloodshot, her hair a rat's nest. You could now actually see the little lump of a baby, sitting nicely on her abdomen.

Why she chose to have a baby right after the war, or well, she had had it during the war, was ever a good idea.

"Ok, I know and understand." I nodded, forcing a smile onto my face. Like she would ever understand. I smiled once more as she stepped outside, me trailing a little behind. I saw her step into her room. And then I left for work.

My best friend was standing there. She. Looked. Pissed.

"What in the name of God? Took you so long, to leave your best friend stranded at work for more than fifteen flipping minutes, and just show up here all cheeky and grinny?! I mean come on! You're so Damn annoying I wished you would wipe that smirk off your face!" That ladies and gentleman, was my best friend Birch.

She was awesome.

Okay, first off. I am really sorry for not updating sooner. I, well I was just experiencing some dufficulties with a character. So, anyways sorry for the wait, here's Oakley. Yeah, kind of a little dark there, Oak. Anyways next up, is Sparrow I believe.