Calm as the Ocean <Finnick Odair>

The Wave

I wake with a start but calm down when I realize I'm in Finnick's arms. I turn my body towards his sleeping one and bury my face in his chest, seeking his warmth. I close my eyes lazily and sleep for about 10 more minutes before waking once more. I throw the covers off of me and creep out of bed into the bathroom.

I do my normal routine and get dressed into a bikini. I leave Finmick a note on his mirror considering he spends a great deal of time there. He'll see it. I skip out the door to my happy place, the beach. The stiff sand barley moves under my bare feet, signaling it's almost time for winter. The dark waves slosh on the sandy shore, bringing up chunks of ice with it.

I pick up a chunk and throw it out into the water. I don't even know why, it just feels so good to throw something. I guess it just lets some of my anger out. Anger at the Capitol, anger at the Games, but most of all, anger at President Snow. I hastily pick up another chunk of ice and chuck it out into the wild waves. I hear it land in the water with a satisfying splash.

I run through the ice cold water quickly and climb onto Mermaid Rock, settling down on the smooth surface. I sit on the sturdy ledge looking out at the waves. Today they rage, the huge waves clashing against each other and huge rocks in the sea. They must be at least 10 feet tall. The dark colored water reminds me of my soul in a way. How the Games changed me into the person I am today, the person I'm not.

The crazy waves rush to the shore, only to return to the sea where they belong. I watch a huge wave out in the distance as it comes closer to the shore, closer to me. My body starts to tense up in alarm as the big wave approaches me rapidly. I start to sit up, bracing myself to jump from Mermaid Rock.

No matter how much I beg the wave to die down, it never does. It keeps moving towards me, gaining size and speed. I am standing up now, ready to dive into the icy water but there's one problem... The sea is full of ice, especially right below me. So it's either jump onto ice and break my neck, or be swept away in the tidal wave. Neither seem appealing so I just stand there, frozen in terror.

I hear a yell far behind me but I don't bother to turn my head, my eyes locked on the approaching wave. The sound of footsteps sloshing through water gets closer and closer to me but so does the wave. I stand on the rock, helpless, waiting for my death. The sound of footsteps sloshing through the water comes closer but so does the wave.

The huge tidal wave is nearly on top of me when a pair of strong arms wraps around my waist tightly, and that's when the wave hits. The heavy weight of the water sweeps me off of my feet and I'm swirled around underwater. My hip hits something solid and I try to yell out from the sharp pain but I'm only greeted by salt water in my mouth.

I'm thrown around with the rushing waves like a rag doll. It seems to never end. I keep hitting floating pieces of debris in the water, cutting and bruising me. I'm thrown head over heals, not in love, but with the power and force of the wave. My face slams into something that feels like a rock but I ignore it, wanting to stay strong.

I feel a small, sharp, sting in my lip but I take no notice of it. I'm thrown again and again and again in the monsteras wave, feeling pathetic and useless. Finally, a miracle happens, the wave starts to die down. The huge, rushing waves are replaced with small, fast ones.

My exhausted body floats freely under the water. I open my eyes and look up at the light shining through the surface. It looks like Heaven. The dark blue waves lap about 20 feet above me but I'm too tired to swim up. My body has nothing left to give. I try to breathe but only get a nose full of salt water.

This is it. I'm dying. And there's nothing I can do about it, nothing anybody can do. If there's one last thing I want to accomplish, it's to say goodbye to Finnick. I'm sorry. I guess I'm not as strong as I thought I was... At least I'll die where I belong, the ocean...