[ti]Finished[/ti]Terra Sterling || District 4

Terra A. Sterling

Basic Information

NICKNAMES: Ter
AGE: 17
GENDER: Female
RESIDENCE: District 4
OCCUPATION: Some singing gigs here and there
SPECIAL INFO: Used to live in the Capitol but parents were suspected rebels, so she got kicked out after her parents were sentenced to death
FACE CLAIM: Kristen Stewart
PLAYER ALIAS: Eileen ❤

Freestyle

I never really knew what life was like outside of The Capitol, outside of the war that raged on since I was 6. I wasn't old enough to remember that people lived in constant fear of the rebels, of the war that was sure to come. And then it came, and all I knew was that life was worse. Soldiers would knock on the door every day. We were taught how to hide under our desks, like the piece of wood above our heads would save us. We were told not to go out at night past curfew. We were told many things that were supposed to keep us safe. And I followed each and every one. But I wasn't safe. No one was. We stopped going to school after a while, what was the point when our friends and families were getting killed left and right, when The Capitol was being bombed?

I lost my friends. And then I lost my family.

They came in the middle of the afternoon, like they were in for a simple visit. The man, my uncle, looked my father in the eyes, then shook his head. "Take them." Those two words destroyed my life.

My parents were rebels. I had no idea. I was only 10 when we were taken into the prison. My mom, dad, and even Jamis were kept separate from me. I could hear their screams all day and night. They questioned me for a week, but did nothing to hurt me. I was alone in a dark cell, but at least no one touched me. A year later, they lined up my family against the wall in front of me and executed them. Perfect bullets inside their skulls. Jamis turned 18 that day, he would never have another birthday.

"That's what happens to traitors." My uncle told me. "Don't end up like them Ter. I vouched for you, you had no idea they were traitors. You'll be safe here until it's all over."

I was 'safe' there for 5 more years, never seeing the light of day. Feeling the bombs shake the foundations of the prison that just wouldn't collapse. Knowing that each morning I woke up could be my last, and I could die. I could be free. But death never came for me. 

The war was over. My uncle released me. He took me to the train station with the rest of the parent-less children of rebels and cowardly men and women who refused to fight for The Capitol. 

They told us The President was merciful. They told us we could all be dead right now. They told us we should be grateful. 

Then my uncle, not needing to kneel down to speak to me anymore, looked me in the eyes and lied to me. "It's okay, Ter. You're going to a good home in District 4. Be good, work hard, and one day you can come back here and live with me. I promise."