The water underneath the docks washes up against my feet. I can't believe a month ago Sead was here with me, playing in the calm waves.

Just a month ago, Sead and I were here.

A month ago, right after he finished his sentence. And we were here, playing in the waves with that stray I found hanging out under the docks.

Under the docks. It had become our place, the secret place, where no one passed by and everyone avoided.

I can still see Sead's smiling face- those warm chocolate brown eyes, and the dark curly hair native to District 4. The high cheekbones and bronzed, muscular arms. His neck, bulgy and awkward. I loved his neck. The wide shoulders and callused hands. He would climb the dock's supports and dangle upside down, his hair blown over his face by the wind.

In contrast to me- wild muddy dark brown hair, creepy olive eyes, skin so white people think I'm adopted from another District.

I miss him. People thought I had no feelings, that everyone was the same old to me, and I hated the life I was living. That was true- but it was all before I met Sead. You know, I think about him all the time. Every day. He changed me. But now he's gone, and I've been ripped even further down.

The bird sees everything now- crying babies see it and keep crying. It visits our house often- showing a preference for my parents. Why am I even still living with those bastards? The bird flies high, but lands on my hand often. Too often. It annoys people around me. But that doesn't matter. Once I flip them the bird once, they'll probably get it again.

Well, I don't give a shit.