Dancing queen [Grim]

[EMS]

Chaske Parks

Another day. Listening. Walking. Dealing with a brother who doesn't care about me. Hearing his words as he screams for me to get out of his house. Of my house. Mother and Father died here, and Chance blames me. He told me it was my fault that they're dead. That it's my fault that nobody else in the world cares about me. He wants me to be alone. To feel abandon by the rest of the world, but little does he know I'm not alone. I'm never alone. Voices echo throughout my entire mind. They tell me about things that shouldn't exist, and sometimes the words scare me. The words aren't nice ones, but who is nice. Yet nobody cares. Nobody understands anymore because it's a part of a horrible situation. Blacking out in the middle of the night. Waking up in places I've never been. People have called me by names that doesn't belong to me, and they accuse me of lying. They accuse me of stealing, but none of that ever happens. I swear up and down that it doesn't exist that nothing ever happens, but they all swear by the name of a higher being. It's old. It's getting dumb, but sometimes I think they're right. I wake up in clothing that I've never seen before. I own items that I have never bought before, but somehow they've ended up in my closet. Ended up in the depths of my own items. So I leave the house. Storming through the district. A gentle breeze throws my hair all over the place, and it's amazing. It feels fantastic. I'm free. I'm almost free from the world, but the first place I head is towards the district square where I look for something to get myself involved in. It'll help make everything perfect, and now nothing matters. I'm alone in the world. I'm trapped, and right now I don't care. I don't care that anyone wants to hurt me. That anyone wants to make fun of me. But for now all I have to do is be myself. I have to make sure that nothing matters. That my life matters in the eyes of the land.

[grim]

It was Saturday, one of the few days that I am free. I grab a roughed up floor mat, and I pull my hair back into a messy bun. I was ready to embrace the world. I was ready to show them what I was made of. Though I have done this many time before, I still feel as though, they are thirsting for more. Why wouldn't they be? I was glorious, wasn't I? I adjusted the waist of my unitard, and washed the dirt from my face. Today was going to be a day to remember, I could feel it. I slip my feet into a pair of rustic flats, and before long, I feel the crisp spring air brushing against my cheeks. My target was the district square, it was almost showtime. 

When I reach the square, I lay out my mat, and begin to stretch. Gotta limber up, right? At least that is what I had read in the many books of dance that I have acquired over the years. After a few moments of stretching, I begin to hum, I hum the tune of one of my favorites. I'm not sure of the name, but mother always sang it to me. It reminded me of my younger years, the years where imagination flooded my brain. Those years where fun to reminisce on, but I was of course a women now, and there was no time to waste thinking of such things. If I wanted any kind of dancing career, I would have to mature up. I had to learn to be like those district one and two girls. They had class, they had beauty. I would one day learn to be as graceful as them. I would become something great, I know it.

I started dashing about my station, twirling about, and bending my body in unnatural poses. And during this all, I continued to hum my mothers song. I feel the vibration of my lips, and the stretch of my body. I notice the stares of hatred I receive, but I had become so use to them. They had almost became a form of recognition. I enjoyed the stray eyes, that had scaled my body. They meant that i was noticed, that I was superior. I notice a boy, he was walking through the square. He looked rather flustered, but who was I to say, perhaps it was just his face. But for some reason, I couldn't pull my gaze. I was intent with watching him, hopefully it wouldn't catch his attention.

[EMS]

Chaske Parks

It hadn't been a fun day. A day of laughter mixed with the complaints of a horrible brother. A twin brother that never did nothing. He never helped me out, but for the moment life felt alright. It felt like the world wasn't about to fall apart like it had many years ago before my life was even thought of. Rumors broke lose of what happened. Rumors tear through the district ever single day, but none of them ring true. None of them challenge the laws of the land, and all I want is to step across the line. To feel the pain lurking deep inside the hidden secrets, yet none of them never exist. A gentle breeze floats through the air. It's a perfect day to be alone. To escape the reality waiting the moment my feet enter the door of the house. To hear him screaming at me telling me I'm worthless. That I'm nothing. That I'll never amount to anything. Sometimes I believe his words. I hear them in my sleep. I hear them every second of the day, and right now none of that matters anymore. None of that changes what happened because in the end only one being can rule the entire world. Only one being can find the freedom they've been searching for, and in a few days that being will be me. My gaze focuses on the ground for the longest time until I approach a crowd standing around, and the constant humming buzzes through my ears. It's a horrific sound, yet it's one that I can easily ignore. It's one that the world doesn't change as the wind picks up for only a moment; however, when I look where it's coming from, I can see her staring at me. Like I'm an idiot walking through the store. Like I'm some dirty being that doesn't deserve the chance of being around others. Like I'm a fool for even stepping foot in the district square. My blood boils inside my veins roasting my skin alive. An evil grin twists it's way across my face. "Do you have a problem with me?"

[grim]

My eyes seem to wander on their own. They scale his body up and down, trying to understand his body language. He seemed, unreadable. It was annoying, why was I so intent with figuring this guy out? He meant nothing, I could barely even make out his face. He was some stranger, wandering through the judgmental square. But who was I to become skeptical to the word judgment? Hell, I was judging him at this very moment. I critiqued his body movement, his facial expressions, and his persona. I ran his every movement through my brain, analyzing how I felt about them, but he was so blank. He just existed, I felt no emotions about him being there, and yet, this drew me to him. The fact that he was so dull, made me feel angry, why was I angry? He needed to have a little more color, he was making this place dreary. HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO SHOW OFF MY TALENT, WITH THIS LUG AROUND? 

I feel my gaze harden, I feel my brows scrunch. It was at that very moment that my heart sank into my stomach, it made a knot at the roots of my core. He noticed me, he saw me staring at him. He saw me staring at him with my vicious eyes, and my harsh smirk. Even Worse I  noticed him getting closer, he wasn't happy. Well maybe this would add the kind of color to this place that I had been looking for. "Do you have a problem with me?" he says. His voice radiating anger, and his face showing the same. I see a disgusting grin wander upon his face, and I glare. He thought it was funny, tormenting me. Ha, how dare he think he can hold some kind of power over my head. He was worth nothing, I was the one going places. 

I stare him down, tensing up my mouth, and clutching my jaw. He was a little shit, I was going to crush him. I feel my gaze narrow. "There isn't much to have a problem with, now is there?" I say with a bitchy smile. i could tell that got his temperature rising, I had him just where I wanted. Soon enough I would toy with his little stupid mind, and then He would be caught under the cold metal bars of my trap. Poor, poor boy, what a troubled soul he will be.

[EMS]

Chaske Parks

She was different. Strange. A complete fool in my eyes. Someone who thought she was better than me. Someone who hated me. Someone that needed to move away from me because honestly, I don't have time for her. I don't have time to deal with the stupid, ignorant fools roaming through the district. All I wanted was something to do. Something to eat because the food was rare. Chance never cared to cook for me - he left me to fend for myself. He left me to do everything, but in all reality, he blamed me for the death of our parents. I never killed them. I never took their life away like he said I did, yet I remember the blood stained clothing and the bloody hands. I remember waking up in my room covered in blood. None of that matters now. Something about her made me furious. The way she moved. The way she looked at me, but now none of it mattered. She decided to draw me in. She decided to send a fight. To change the world around her into something amazing, but right now nothing matters. She has no right to do this to me. My eyes remain fixed on her. The disgusting being standing in front of me holding onto a mat like she's going to throw it at me. Like she's going to hit me with it, yet the only thing she does is give a stupid remark. One that makes my hairs stand on the back of my neck. She reminds me of my mother. The way she tormented me. The way she tried to talk to me every single day of my life. Her words echo through my entire mind over and over especially as she carried me from my room to the place where father was waiting. Respecting her has nothing to do with this. Nothing to do with anything anymore, but all I can do is laugh at her. "Little girl, allow me to explain something. I think you'd create a wonderful meal. One I could laugh at."