Pax Shim D5 (Done)

A clean, clear, and crisp pond of water calls for him. One of the only places that the brown haired boy could find that was still safe from the pollution caused by the district's work. The pond was calling to him like it was in need of help. The image on the other side showing the boy's features. The crisp blue eyes staring back him were his own. A blue that came from his mother's side. The stubble that was obvious on his face shined clearly back to the boy. The nose that was rather large compared to the rest of his features showed in the calm water. The reflection of his face began to distort, his hand skims the water and the ripples sends the face away from his chilling blue eyes. The ripples of the water only soothing him more.

Pain. That was the first thing that he felt when his white shirt was gone. Scars of mistakes formed onto his chest and back. Memories of the war at home. His broad chest was rather toned from the hard work that the Shim boy did. Work was important to him, since his parents didn't provide for him. His long legs stand frozen in place as the scar from the burn that changed his fate showed in the ripples of the water. Intervention of the war between his parent's turned out to be the worst idea that Pax had ever come up with as a kid. His rough hands roam the scars that are on his body. The jeans on his legs seem to fit tightly onto his frame. The shoes on his feet just a size too small for him. Pax Shim only wanted peace. Peace within the world. Peace would never exist though. Only fate could tell if peace would exist and the Shim's body showed that Peace would never be grasped in humanity's hands.

Home was a battlefield. Mother versus Father. Both parents stuck in their trenches waiting for the other to make a move. Words were their method of destruction. Violence was his father's trump card. As for Pax, he was no man's land. Always getting stuck in the middle. His parents fighting for him, yet against him. It felt like bullets flew into his gut everyday from the words he could hear when hiding away from them. Ambushes happened often. Bombs went off some nights, while other nights it was silent. A broken family in a war, just like Sol Shim was in a war with the tributes. Peace wasn't an option. Negotiations never happened. Pax tried intervening his parents' war, only to have it backlash with a new scar that his father put on him. Pax wanted peace, but it didn't exist. The fates didn't want it to exist. Peace was only an ideal that could never happen.

Sorrow. That was the feeling he got when his mind wandered to his cousins. Luna Shim was dead. Her fate sealed within the careers weapons. Only a measly slingshot for protection. A sad day for Shims. Broken hearts were the fates sealed on many of the Shim family members. Sol Shim included. The fates foreseeing Sol Shim's reaping. Sol Shim was a monster. Violence was in his nature and it made Pax want to break down. Violence ran through their blood and Pax didn't want it. A curse of the pain that came with it. Sol Shim used to be kind and nice to everyone. Stories that he told to all the Shims will forever be etched into their minds, yet now the man that Pax had seen was gone and replaced with a monster that could kill on whim. The Games had changed Sol Shim and Pax hated it. The fates had a plan for all of them, yet Pax didn't want to know his. Not anymore.

Broken. His life has always been broken. Physical scars are the examples of this. Yet the scars that rip through his entire family are examples of how broken the Shims are. An invisible scar that only few can see causes Pax the pain of loss. Luna Shim was the start of the scar that was on the family. Sol Shim was the one to reopen the wound again and pour salt into it. The burning of a family that was once happy is now broken. His parents used to be normal, until the spear stabbed at Luna Shim, that's when the violence took over. A wave of scars and broken people hit his own family. Stress of a divorce was pulling at his parents, yet he was the glue to hold them while the pain of an abusive relationship came crashing on them.

Nature. Nature was where he felt at peace the most. A visit to the little places he could find within the district that nature still lives. Pollution breaking the one peace he has. Pax felt like the earth was an example of him. The scars from horrible times that earth has had to endure, show how strong it really is. The water a soothing mix of calm and strength. The plants a way of life that releases peace into the world. Animals, the guards of peace and strength. Pax looked to the world for his clarity in life. Nature told of the ways to survive in the place that they all were chained to. A violent world of kill or be killed. A world where killers were praised and the weak forgotten. They were all cows being herded to a slaughterhouse. Only to be ground up and treated like they were useless.

Hands move slowly to the center of his chest. Deep breaths filling his lungs with the air that he needed. A relief feeling of calm setting through his body. No one to bother him in his calming state. Meditation and nature hand in hand. The water getting moved by the wind. A duo of relaxing proportions. Pax Shim was a master of peace. His body calming as the win brushes his face like the caress of a hand. A feeling he hasn't known in years. A flash of pain, and a memory appears. The peaceful boy at home covering his ears as his parents scream back and forth. The violent words sending cries throughout his body. Alone and scared. That's what Pax felt in that room, avoiding his parents' harsh words. He was alone. Stuck between the volatile relationship. A pillow shoved onto his ear hoping that the cries of pain of his mother would burn out of his head. The memory vanishes as a tear begins to fall down his face.

Memories began to flash past his eyes ones by one. Memories of being told a story by Sol. Memories of his parents screaming at each other and shoving a pillow to his ears. That's when the first memory of violence hit him. A smaller Pax was pushing his father and mother away from each other. The screaming was ear shattering. His tears were already falling. His father was the first to scream at him, "Pax! This isn't your problem! Go to your fucking room." The shim boy didn't budge though. The violence needed to stop. Pax had cried enough nights to know it needed to stop. Pax just stood tall and said, "No! Dad, this needs to st-" His sentence was cut off by a smack to the face. The small shim boy fell to the ground. His vision fading and his body going limp. Tears were already falling and then Pax Shim passed out. The memory disappears. The violence only got more violent as it came. The poor Shim boy didn't know what to do. Nothing could stop it.

There was a time when Pax remembered life used to be good. Luna was still alive and his parents got along. He would go and play at a park or run around the district. His cousins were always fun and it was great times. His parents didn't fight or argue in such a violent manner. Pax didn't have to worry about making enough money to feed himself. Pax didn't have to work in a factory carrying heavy things around. Pax Shim didn't have any worries in the world. Peace had been achieved or so he thought. Behind the scenes, there was no peace. His parents had their fights, but in secret, now that Pax was older, the violence got more public. The Shim boy misses the times of peace and prosperity. Pax Shim hated that this was his fate. Suffering from violence and destruction that his parents caused.

The air was warm. Meditation was the key to his calm demeanor. Breath after breath of fresh air keeps him sane. A nonviolent attitude is what saves him from the torture. Peace was the ideal and Pax would reach for it. The air felt soothing on his scarred skin. The fates had more in store for him, but right then and there, Pax would take it one day at a time. Life in District Five was violent and chaotic, yet Pax found peace within it. There were druggies, violent behaviors, and broken families, yet Pax was calm and steady. Nonviolence was an ideal that he believed would bring peace. His voice was calming to him, "Peace and nonviolence are the ideals." Peace and Nonviolence are the ideals. The wisest men were the most peaceful and Pax would be both. The fates had things in store for him, but Pax would face them with wisdom and succeed. Pax Shim was peaceful. Pax Shim was nonviolent. Pax Shim is and will never be like Sol Shim or his father. Pax Shim was himself and finding one's self was more important than dealing with the violence of the world. Pax Shim would bring peace to the people he loves. Pax Shim was one with peace.