Two is a crowd[Pika]

Today's work had been slow, not a decent haul to be sure, infact it was a pitiful haul. How was I supposed to get the money to support myself if I couldn't even get a decent haul of damn fish? I mean sure I didn't need to much food at the moment, but you could run out fast. I slumped back into the one chair that sat in my small home, and massaged my temples. It had been foolish for me to think I could take care of myself without the support of anyone. Than again this was mostly brought about by my own foolishness a year ago, deciding to run away. What a fool I had been to think I could make it out of here, away from the Capitol. No this was punishment for my stupidity and foolishness, and I had to accept it, a life of loneliness and solitude...and failure.

Rising from my chair I began to pace around my house, and finally I came to a stop worried I might wear a hole into the rather pitiful flooring. I needed to get out of the house and into the fresh air, anything would be better than this. What I needed was the calming affects of the ocean, the smell of the salt air, the sound of the waves. That was all it took to convince me to walk out the door and into the fresh night air of District 4. A cool breeze blasted my face as I stood in the open door of my house, and I took a deep breath letting the cool air refresh my heart and soul. This was what I truly loved, to be outdoors, this was as close to freedom as I would ever get. Out here it was only the sky and horizon that boxed you in, and they could extend to inifinity.

I walked out into the air of the district and wandered, alone, alone with my thoughts. Oh how I desired these moments of solitude and peace, it was during these times that I felf like i could actually think and be myself. No one knew about these midnight excursions I would go on, and it was a damn good thing otherwise I would be punished by the Peacekeepers. Normally the night frightened people, all the secrets it held and the people it hid, but the night meant so much more to me. The cloak of darkness suceeded in keeping me hidden from the prying eyes of all those around me. The darkness was my friend, my only real friend, no one here cared about me.

I wandered to the shore line and grabbed a handful of stones, hefting a few of them to test their weight I began to skip them along the water. I would listen for each little splash as the stones bounced along trying to gauge the distance they traveled. I did this for several minutes enjoying the peaceful atmosphere around me, and when I had run out of stones I sat down on the beach, just out of reach of the tide. I pulled my knees up to my chest and rested my head on my knee caps letting my mind wander over the past few months. This quickly bored me though, and what did thinking about that stuff do for me, all it did was make me live in regret. Maybe that's why I didn't have any friends or anything to speak of, I was always living in the past. Instead of looking to the future and trying to improve my life I dwelled upon my mistakes and drowned myself in self pity. It had to stop, and I was determined to stop it...the only question was...when?