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As a thanks to Cloveismywife for taking his time posting the senario were Ana's wins on my talkpage I wanted to write something too as a thanks if anyone would actually care...so yeah!

A month before the reaping:

Ana's PoV:

''"Look it's the mute!" One of the boys yells and points. Sh*t! I hoped that they wouldn't notice me but apparently they, of all people do. "What's up, Ana?" one of them yells tauntingly. It's not like I was able to answer... They caugth me on a friday afternoon. When our school ends I always stay in the class for a little while longer in the hopes that the boys would give it up but this time they have been a little more pacient that usually. They all walk towards and I know by experince that running or fighting is foolish. I look at the ground while they grap. "So, what's for today" one of them ask. "Hmm...It is friday and she won't be seeing us for a weekend so let's do something she will remember" says their leader, Garret. They pretend that they are trying to decide what to do to me but I know that they already know...It's gonna be the cellar for sure. "Hey, what about the cellar, Garrent?" One of them ask. "Hmmmm, I think that's a good idea, Daniel" he answer. "What about you, Ana?" Garret ask me. "What do you think? Cause if don't want to go down there you can just say "no"" I spit on him. It lands right in the middle of his face and slides down of his nose slowly. "That's it!" Garret yells. I smile a little knowing that I humiliated him in front of his whole gang. If you're going down you might aswell go down with a fight. ''

''They drag me down towards the stairs in the schoolyard. In the cellar of the school there is this very tiny room they use for brooms and mops. It's no bigger than a coffin and I am going in there. As we all walk...or they walk, I am being dragged I fell the panic starting to spread. I am going down to be locked in with it the...the darkness...the big, thick mass of nothing...a mass that chokes you. It's not like normal darkness...it's the dark in the darkness. The darkness that can get you killed. I bite one of them. I don't know who cause somebody is holding a hand in front of my eyes but somebody screams and yells: "F*** hold her!" They reach the room and open the door which is never locked anyway. "Who has the wire?" Garret and one of the other boys give it to him. They push me inside of there and hold my arms and use the wire to tie my arms against the pipes that goes through the room. I would have begged them not to lock me in here if I could. They close and I hear Garret yell from the outside: "And wanna get out you can just call for help, right?". Then he and the others laughs and leaves and as soon as they do I can fell it. The small strings from the darkness in the darkness that like slime goes across my feet, my arms, my whole body...My throat. I can't breath. I move arms in panic trying to loosen up the wire. I cuts into my arm and it begins bleeding but I don't care. I am drowning. I pull and pull trying to loosen the wire around my arms and finally get my hand out. I loosen the other one quickly and run fall and crawl my way out of the cellar. I finally reach out. It fells like I have been under water for way too long. I lay down for a few second before getting up.''

''It won't stop bleeding from my wrist. I try to cover it up with my blue shirt but it ends with the fabric around the wrist becomes a weird purple color. I run my way home, cause I can still feel the strings around my ancles. I have gotten quite fast since they found out that locking me in the broomsroom in a cellar is perfect way to make my life even worser. Each and everytime they do it, it fells like the first time. There are somethings you can't get used to. I drag down my shirt so that you can't see the wound on my wrist. We can't afford a healer to look at it anyway and I know that if my father saw these he might sell the beautiful painting of my mother in the livingroom and I can't let that happen...''

''Finally I reach our house. Since my mother dissapeared we had to move into a smaller house. Without the wonderfull painting my father used to make we can't afford that kind of luxury. I walk in and freeze when I hear who it is. From the livingroom I can hear the high-pitched voice that can only come from my father agent, a stuck up woman from the capitol. I am surprised that's she still around now when my father has stopped paint. She's one of those people who will leave anything as soon as they don't get profit out of it. "I could sell the picture hanging over the sofa, you know" she says in her most flattering, most sweet tone of voice. Yet again she tries to convince my father to sell the painting of my mother. Yeah, right I think. I already know what my father will tell her. That it is not for sale. Their is a long pause and then finally my father answers: "For how much?"''

''I just stand there trying to comprehend what my father told her. How much? How can he...? Why is he...? He's selling mother... And suddenly I can't control myself. I open the door and it makes a big "smack" when it hits the wall. I run right up to him and slap him... We just stand there. I can't say I did it on purpouse...I really didn't think...However I don't regret it... "Ana..." He struggles to find words and ends up saying in a weird tune. "You can't just... hit others...". I am hitting "others" I am hitting you, I think wishing that I could talk. I could I would yell. How can you do it? You're selling mother! I just stand there and then march inside my room.''

''I look out of the window and see my father agent carring the painting of my mother. It's wrapped in white fabric. I look out of the window and see how my father agent slowly drives away with my mother...''

And this is why I didn't post it as a backstory