A/N: I wanted to write a couple of short vignettes on just how the Hunger Games influences people. Enjoy and review!
I don't own the Hunger Games trilogy or its characters.
By the way, if you recognize the title, you are awesome. If not, its Jeff Buckley, who is AMAZING.
Matilda Donner
She comes home in a cheap pale casket, sealed. The only thing that distinguishes hers from the other two that are dumped on the platform for District 12 is her name, printed boldly on the side. A large Capitol seal is stamped on the top. I run away when Ruth's hand searches for mine.
Beautiful Maysilee, now scarred and mutilated. She didn't deserve this. She was always the better one.
At home I break all the mirrors. I'm loud and destructive, a ticking bomb. My parents never stop me. They're glad for one less reminder of her. In some ways, they have it worse. Thankfully, I only see her now when I close my eyes and in my night terrors. They see her every time they look at me, in everything I do, in everything I say and don't say.
At her burial, I stand with Ruth and let her hold onto my mess of a hand. She cries into my shoulder. Once, she calls me her name by mistake. But it's not until the flock of birds fly over her body for the last time when I lose it. I envy Haymitch because everyone understands his absence, sympathizes with the fact that he stays locked away in his new house. When the first patch of dirt is thrown on her coffin, I realize that I'm no longer a twin.