I don't have a name. I am telling you this because, usually, at the beginning of the story, a person says, "My name is..." But I don't have a name. Not that I need one. If I had a name, it would be of absolutely no use to me. I couldn't tell anyone it, anyway, so whats the point?
You can think of me as Avox Girl. Or give me a name, if you wish it. I can't object it. But you deserve to know why I am an Avox. It is gruesome, I admit it. I know it. I expierienced it. This is my only form of communication to anyone, anything. So bear with me.
This is my story.
I was small, about 7 years old. My parents were traitors to the Capitol. No big surprise there. They were always on the run. Always. They never had time to name me. Not that they wer…Read more >