A young girl who was brought up to die, fights her way to the top. She had deserved to survive and now he wants to kill her again for the sake of the capitol.
Control or to be controlled is one thing she fights for and she sure as hell will die for...
THIS DAY was the day every family deeply despised in the lower districts. Reaping day was a day for mourning. Mourning the loss of friends and family as their names gets pulled from the ball with overwhelming amounts of paper. Gloomy skies washed over the district, an annual perspective the people of district eleven reluctantly witnessed.
Dawn laid in her bed, eyes gazing out her bedroom window as she tried to drown out the silent sobs she heard from her mother, Eva. The girl realized she was soon to go mad if her ears heard anymore. Getting up from her, uncomfortable, bed; she trudged to the kitchen where her mom was stationed by the counter cutting into small piece of bread. Dawn stood in the doorway with her arms crossed, tears threatening to spill from her eyes as well. "Momma." The girl choked out.
Her mother stopped all movements until she reached up to rub her eyes before turning around. Her eyes red and glossy, a smile of worry rested on her face. "Hey, sweetie. How did you sleep?" She sniffed.
"Don't." That's all it took before her mother was in her child's arms, holding her so somely like she did fifteen years ago. Dawn stayed strong for her mother, until her little sister entered the room. The girl came in eyes as red as her mom's. "Oh, Esmeray." Dawn said softly as she opened her arms to invite her into the family hug. She laughed softly as she ran into her sisters arms, embracing the both of them. "Nothing's going to happen to me." Dawn would regret ever saying those six words.
Glancing down at the dress, which was sprawled out on her bed, Dawn wished that she could back to a time were she didn't worry about being reaped. The dress was a soft white color that reached the girls' ankles. The dress was her mother's before Eva passed it down to her child, who was of age. It certainly would have been a beautiful dress in different circumstances. Dawn had her mother help her with her hair.
Standing in front of her small, loving family, Dawn felt a new sense of urgency. "You look beautiful, dear." Eva grabbed of both of her daughters hands and started to tear up again. "No matter what happens, we will be right there behind you." Her voice was soft and quiet.
"I'll be okay, momma." Dawn had a timid smile rested on her face, tears trying to let go.
