A letter I am willing to die for by TheDemigodReveal, literature
Literature
A letter I am willing to die for
To anyone willing to read it,
I know who my father is. My mother likes to believe that I don’t, but I have known for a long time now. I remember sitting in the game room during training as a child. I remember looking down at the tributes who were showing my mother what they had. Needless to say, I remember a lot.
The day I turned sixteen, I began to disown my mother. The mother that lied to me about everything. My life up until that day was all a lie. My name was a lie, Calix Caligua that is not who I am. I was a Fenton, still am some days. I don’t know exactly how to say some of the thoughts that go through my head. I struggle