Escaping Pain

I don't see Peeta yet, so I sit in the sand and stare ahead. The pull my cloak close around me, the fabric the same color as moonlight.
My mother made it for me. Before she died.
I hug it close to me, wishing it could somehow be her, hugging me. Forgiving me for getting her killed.
I look down and brush my hand against a seashell.
As the sand comes off, I notice it's dark blue at the bottom, slowly fading to pruple at the top.
It's very pretty, espeaciall because specks of silver are glinting on it. I decide to keep it.
I tuck it in my pocket and begin to dig through my things. I pull out one of the books. 'The Lightning Thief'.
Maybe I should read this first and let Peeta read the other one.
I look out to the sea.
In it's waves, in the lapping sea, I can almost hear my mother's voice.

"Yeah," I whisper. I take one last look towards land. "I'm ready."
I push the boat to the water and let Peeta get in. I follow,
giving us a final shove.
The night has become chilly, and I wrap my cloak close against me.
I'm emotionless. Maybe I should be happy. Or sad.
But I'm niether.
ANn slowly, I drift to sleep...

I wake up and find another cloak wrapped around me.
The boat is wet; it rained last night.
I'm dry though.
Then I see a damp blanket nearby.
Peeta must have covered me with it.
Peeta's on the other side of the boat, about three yards away. I don't think he noticed I woke up.
I grab one of my books...
'The Lightning Thief'.
I feel a sudden pain as the mother bursts into light.
I think of my mother.
I miss her so much.
I put down my book and take out a blanket.
"Peeta," I say, "you look exhausted. You should sleep. I'll stay awake."

As Peeta slowly drifts to sleep, I grab 'The Lightning Thief' and begin to read some more.
Annabeth is strong and stubborn... kind of like how I used to be.
Soon, I notice it's getting hard to read the pages.
I look up... and see the most georgous sunset ever.
The sky is pink and blue, like cotton candy, the clouds neon orange and soft purple. The son is orange, and it's rays are visable. A flock of birds fly past it, jet black against the bright light. The image's colors illuminate on the water, making it look like it was on fire.
I sigh.
Peeta is still sleeping.
I realize he hasn't slept in two full days... maybe three, depending if he got any sleep at all the night we decided to do this.
I think of my parents. I'm afraid now. Afraid of what might happen.
So very quietly, I whisper something to them.
"Help us get where we need to go."
And as if on cue, the sun sets.
Ten minutes later, the stars and moon are blocked by clouds, and I am in blackness.
The first drop of rain lands on my cheek, slowly slipped down like a tear.
I cover Peeta like he did with me the night before, but I let the rain soak me.
Soon, it's pouring. The waves are rising higher and higher, and white caps appear everywhere.
Then, one wave hits the boat just right, jerking it.
I'm thrown off, hitting the water back first. It hurts, and for a moment, I am underwater, stunned and confused.
Finally, I manage a kick upwards. I take a deep gulp of air.
"Peeta!" I cry, before another wave engulfs me, and I am pushed under.

My eyes open fast as I gasp, trying to breath.
Then I realize I'm back in the boat.
The storm... was it over?
THe was a flash of lightning and I realize I'm soaking wet.
No, it's not over.
I look at Peeta, who is awake.
Them, my eyes catch something behind him.
It looks like a moster, growing bigger and bigger.
The white cap apears on it, and I realize it's going to crash right on us.
"Peeta!" I mouth, but no sound comes out.
"Peeta!" I trying again, this time making small rasping sounds.
"PEETA!" I finally manage to shout it.
But I know I'm to late.
I stare in horror as the wave begins to lean over the boat.

Maybe I was out again for a second, but just a second.
Because I am in the water, freezing, and coughing, trying to stay above.
"Peeta!" I shout. "Peeta!"
The boat is nowhere to be seen.
Then, something very farmiliar floats towards me.
A book. The Lightning Thief.
I want to cry.
I grab it, then look desperately in every direction.
"Peeta!" I yell.
Face it, I think. He's dead.
It has to be true. It is true.
But I shout his name one more time. To make up for the voice I lost, the voice that would've saved his life.
A single tear runs down my cheek.
"Peeta," I whisper. "Oh, Peeta."
I look down at the water, thinking about his motionless body, never to be recovered.
Then a thought comes to my head.
This is the Capitols fault.
The single thing that had driven us away. He was dead because of them.
I feel something underneath me, and I cry out.
And there it is. A dolphin. A very farmiliar dolphin, taking me back, saving be again.
It's like history repeating itsself. Except this time, I will have no forgiveness in my heart. This time, I will do something.
This time, I will get my revenge.