forever and never [[zoe]] BLITZING

People thought I was mad, perched up here on the rooftops in the cold. To be perfectly honest, the cold did get to me a tad, but I'd gotten used to spending so much time above the ground my body almost registered the numbness as normal. My jacket and jeans helped me hide from the icy air that hung over District 9, but I'm only human after all. Really I was just hiding from Dad. Today, like most days, I simply cannot summon the energy to face him. Then again, I can never really face him at all. It's draining.

I do, however, have the energy to stimulate my slowly thawing mind. Hopping up from my perch, my feet expertly begin to patter along the current rooftop I resided on and leapt over the small gap between this roof and the next alongside it, landing with barely a thud to announce my descend. A push from my hands on metal and I'm off again, crawling over brick chimneys and corrugated slates of metal. Sometimes I wish that I could climb higher and higher and higher until I reach outer space and never return to this Ripred-forsaken place. Perhaps I'd met Mom on the way, because I know without a doubt that she'd be in heaven. I'm not a religious person by choice, but it seems so cruel to think that such a wonderful soul would be anywhere but there.

As I take flight amongst the rooftops and concrete walls of District 9, I notice that there aren't many people about today. Perhaps it was the cold, or the snow, or both, but everyone seemed to be shut up indoors today. It's a pity, really; the District seems so... beautiful, in a way, covered in a light layer of ice. Instead of following my usual route, I instead took a turn to follow a blackbird that flitted along a few metres ahead of me. Perhaps, if I were quick enough, I could catch it and set it free again. Although I may not look it, I wouldn't dream of harming birds. They're my friends, in a way - as I have no real friends at all. At least they keep me company, for the time being. But of course, like all people, they eventually leave me. And oh, how I envy them and their simplistic ability to flit off, away from their surroundings and enter a whole new one entirely. To flee Panem and it's burdens would lift the crushing pressure off my shoulders. To be rid of this place and my murderer

In a hurried haste, I look around and sigh outwardly in relief. Thankfully, it doesn't seem that anyone had seen my blunder. As the saying goes, when you fall of the horse - or in this case, the roof - you get right back up again. So I did just that - got right back up again.

As I ascended the roof once more, expertly hauling my body up with my arms as I scrambled over fences and gates, I was more cautious as to where my feet were placed. Deciding to crawl along at a slower pace, bird long gone from my view, I took a seat on the slated, stone rooftops iced with snow. My jacket was just long enough to keep my jeans from getting damp - but the rest of my body seemed to freeze in one spot, not just from the cold. Scruffles that I did not recognise sounded in my ears, much too loud for the scrapes of birds claws I was so used to hearing. No-one was ever present up here except for me, in all my years of scrambling higher and higher, away from the worries of below. My head whipped around, body tense, to discover who had followed me up here.