Scars

by writetilltheinkrunsout

* TRIGGER WARNING!* Prim is not how everyone sees her. She may be sweet on the outside, but her mind is much darker. She has low self-esteem, and she cuts herself. She's moved into Victor's Village, but she just can't seem to cope. When she seems to be coping well, the 3rd Quarter Quell is announced. Prim feels herself spiraling, and finds herself talking to someone unexpected.

3. Effie's past

This is going to be a chapter about Effie's past, and what she's gone through. In case your guys are wondering I plan on making this at least an 8 chapter story. 10 chapters total would be a max for this one.

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Effie lived what can be called the perfect life. She comes from a wealthy family, and is absolutely beautiful with or without make-up. Effie on the other hand didn't see herself as beautiful. Each time someone gave her a compliment, she flinched. At fifteen years old, you're supposed to be enjoying life. Effie was doing the opposite. She hated herself with such a passion. She just couldn't add up to her mother like her sister Amelia does. Amelia is perfect, and always will be.

"Effie are you okay?" Her sister, Amelia asks.

"Yeah, just a little under the weather," Effie replies with a faint smile.

Amelia didn't question her anymore about it.

"Effie you sure are eating a lot," Effie's mother says.

"I didn't eat lunch today," Effie says.

"In your case, that's a good thing. Your face is getting kind of chubby," Effie's mother says.

"Leave the girl alone, if she wants to eat, let her," Effie's dad says.

"She's eating way too much. Amelia doesn't even eat that much, and she's older," Effie's mother retorts.

"I'm not hungry anymore," Effie says excusing herself from the table.\

Effie goes upstairs, and peels off her clothes. She looks in the mirror, and observes herself.

Maybe I am gaining weight. My face does look awfully chubbier.

Effie shook her head at her thoughts, and got into the shower. Effie started to wash her hair, and then she noticed a stinging sensation in her arms.

Damn, cuts open whenever I have to wash my hair.

Effie quickly rinsed her hair, and got out of the shower. She looked in her bathroom mirror, and looked for gauze. Effie was quick to bandage her wounds. Over the past year and a half, she's learned timing is everything. Effie's grown to tell how much blood will spill from each cut, and for how long. She's even learned how to properly stitch cuts that ended up way too deep.

Effie sat down on the edge of the of her bathtub. Her eyes meet the mirror, and the thoughts come back.

It only takes a finger down the throat to do the trick.

With that, Effie found herself hunched over the toilet seat.