The Reaping from the Avox, Lavinia’s POV.
There’s a large, abandoned warehouse where we, the Avoxes, are sometimes permitted to watch small sections of important broadcasts if we are not otherwise needed (under heavy supervision, of course). The rich and prosperous do not like our eyes on their expensive televisions. I see only glimpses of television in passing or from the corner of my eye. Staring for too long results in punishment. We gave up the right to free information when we defied the Capitol. But my owner is attending the Capitol gathering to watch the reaping highlights tonight, so I am permitted to watch the broadcast in the warehouse. One old television sits in the middle of the room. The only noise in a crowd of the terminally silent. The Reapings go as usual; horrific, tiresome, thrilling. But the final District is being called, and then I see her, and her strong voice echoes around the space. I volunteer! I volunteer as tribute. Can it be her? Am I mistaken? No. You don’t forget the face of the person who was your last hope.
Via Just another hungergames blog
Clove’s death in the games was inevitable because of the life she lived back in District 2. Her father was an abusive, dependent, greedy man who would do anything for money, that included putting his only daughter into the bloody games. Clove’s mother passed away when she was very young and because her mother was a previous victor of the games, all of the families money was taken away. Clove’s father immediately put her into a training school for the games and abused her whenever she objected. Fear of her fathers abuse forced her to become a swift killer. During training school Clove met Cato, who always found a way to clear fears of her fathers abuse from her mind. Cato told her to imagine every target as her father and so she did. Over time she grew stronger inside, but all her fear turned into anger, something Cato never wanted. When Cato was hovering over Clove’s lifeless body in the arena there was a part of him that was completely broken and wanted her to be victor. Then there was a part of him that was happy because she didn’t have to go back to her broken life. She didn’t have to live with the pain anymore. She was free.
(Source: frostingpeetaswounds)
this is my brother two years ago. we were at the park, just me and him, and he turned to me and said “kayla, don’t you ever wish there were no bad people in the world?” i thought it to be a funny thing for a 5 year old to say, but shrugged it off. last year, he didnt come home from school, we thought that being only in grade prep, he might’ve decided to go home with his bestfriend without telling us, but he didn’t. the school confirmed they saw him get on his school bus after the bell rang. but thats all we knew, the bus driver said that he had gotten off a stop early, my mother was frantically searching the neighbourhood for him. we never found him. it’s been two years and we’re still looking for him, he was such a beautiful boy, and i cant help but think the worst. he could be anywhere in the world by now, so please, reblog this, no matter where you’re from, you could save a life. xx
if you dont reblog this i have no respect for you. help save a child’s life.
this literally breaks my heart
reblogging this won’t make your blog ugly.
i really hope you find him.
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