[./Living\.] <on> THE {:EdGe:} [Jasik]

Everyone says that everyone needs the love of another to survive. This is not true, at least not in my case. I've lived without the attention of another person for two years, and look where I am now. Wandering the paths of the forests and sheltering within the Districts may not seem like a life of luxury, but it's better than where I came from.

As of current, I'm somewhere in between Districts 7 and 6. I've been torpid and haven't moved much from this area in several days, claiming these few hundred feet of forest as my home. I usually can pass up a District in a day. I don't know quite what it is, but I've been having these strange cases of paranoia, like I know that something is going to happen. And I'm not just talking of a small little event; I'm speaking more of a large affair of which the memory will never cease to make itself at home in my mind.

I take a look at the sky. Small snowflakes flutter lightly down toward the ground. The expanse of forest around me is blanketed in a sheet of white, giving the feeling of security. At least to me; some people might feel the complete opposite about being encompassed by snow.

Something crackles behind me. Whirling around, nothing is disturbed. Not a branch, leaf, or bush. Not even a footprint is visible. God, Sebastian, you're so paranoid. Still feeling jumpy, I unsheath my knife. Having its hilt in the grasp of my palm makes me feel more at power, and more at peace. I press the blade lightly to my finger, testing its sharpness, and I feel blood protrude from it. This is a good blade; I can count on one hand how many times I've had to sharpen it in the past two years.

Something crackles again.

Now completely freaked, I spin around in circles, trying to find where it came from. Behind me? I do a 180. Nothing there. To my right? My left? I turn to each direction in turn. Nothing. Above me?

I look up again to the sky like I had just moments ago to admire the falling snow. But instead at staring into the sky, I stare into the treetops. At first, I see nothing. But after a closer examination, I spot a boot, quickly flashing up into the foliage. Hmph.

Now angry that someone would try to sneak up on me like that, I tighten my hold on my knife and fling it up into the treetop without a second thought. But then I realize that this wasn't the best idea. Now I'm weaponless. What if this person has a passion for killing or something? Okay Sebastian, now you're going a bit overboard.

Weaponless and anxious, I'm rooted to the spot. I could run, yes, but without my knife? I've had that knife for years; I can't just leave it now. I could wait and see what happens, but that's pretty much just a death sentence. Chances are I missed the person with my knife, so they're probably going to be more angry with me at the fact that I threw a knife at them than the fact that I actually found a patch of skin for the knife to implant itself in.

I can't seem to find the will to move my feet, so I guess I'm going to wait and see what happens.