Hey everybody! So I've been lazy and haven't updated any of my stories or posted any new ones. Yay! That's why I have this nifty little first chapter. I'm starting a Finnick/Annie story and this is the first chapter. I'm not sure how long the whole thing will be, but whatever. It will continue until I stop writing or I actually finish it.

Characters belong to Suzanne Collins, as they will throughout the whole story.

Enjoy!

The waves rush in and out on the beach. It is cold, but I don't care. Tomorrow is the reaping, and I don't want to be a part of it. Not ever.

I step into the calming sea, the water engulfing my ankles and feet. The power of it makes me sigh. I lean my head back to look at the stars. How could it be, I wonder, that I am already twelve, old enough to be a contender in those awful games? When did I become so old…and still remain so young?

I am deeper out than I probably should be, especially since I am here by myself. But it doesn't matter. It's not like I'm planning on ever stepping on land again. My mother always did say the ocean is the way to go. It's a peaceful death, if that's what you want. The waves rock your body, holding you, caressing your skin, just like if you were a baby being rocked to sleep. And I love the ocean, so I'm not afraid.

The water pushes against my stomach. It's still cool, but I feel my body adjusting. It's like my skin is going crazy, thinking it's comfortable; but it truly isn't. I let my dark hair down, covering my shoulders and neck with it. A fish brushes against me, I don't even flinch.

Still I walk, the water up to my chest now. I feel it pushing me from below. It makes me sway, and I sense the dance of the sea. I let my arms drift up to the surface. When the waves reach my chin, my heart begins to race. Is this really what I want, to die in the waves?

Yes. Better in the sea than alone in an arena.

I don't bother taking in a breath, but simply dive under. The water pulses, hitting me from all angles. My opened eyes stare straight ahead. I can see nothing.

Without thinking, I panic and scream. It is cut off by the water, and muted, heard only in my ears. I kick, trying to follow the bubbles up. It's odd, breaking the water's surface, and having no air to gasp.

I am drowning.

My limbs flail around me, splashing up water in my face and getting it into my mouth and lungs. I try to breath, but I can't.

This is it, I think, this is how I will die. It was supposed to be peaceful.

My vision cuts off, and I let out any last bits of air in me. It's over.

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