it's where my demons hide

Icy eyes flicked across the water's reflective surface,  as the teenager approached the beach. The scene of district four hadn't changed since she began coming to the soft sands, every day to try and use her fishing nets to survive. It was the start of a new day, bright and early, just how she liked it. A soft mist levitated across the ocean as fishing boats began to leave for the day.  

Even though it was just morning, the humidity was already beginning to make heat noticeable in the fresh sunshine. Deluna was wondering if it had been such a good idea to wear her camouflaged jacket, no matter how much she adored it. She had a purpose for coming, she reminded herself as she began to continue walking down the beach. Most people gave her odd looks, wondering why she was dressed in such depressing colors. Really, her jeans, jacket, and boots were comfortable, which was her reason. Deluna didn't see the point in luxuries if they weren't needed.

Her spear was firmly in her grasp as she continued on her way, to her favorite fishing spot. The location was in a spot where hardly anyone went, except for the fish. It was away from the harbor, by about a mile, but which was both far enough and close enough to people. Arriving at her destination, Deluna tapped her fingers along the shaft of the spear. Shimmering scales could be seen through the clear water, as a smile floated onto the girl's face. The fish came in schools, as she silently observed them.

With a sudden rush, the spear impaled one of the smaller fish, or at least, tried too. The mass of scales vanished as the weapon lodged itself into the sand, as Deluna let out a sigh of frustration. The only time she ever went out this early was to let out her rage from dreams, or rather nightmares. She kept picturing her mother drinking, more and more, until it was too late. The image of her mother sprawled out, dead, kept haunting her. Lost in her thoughts, she ignored the sound of shuffling feet behind her.