I no longer feel any allegiance to these monsters called human beings, despise being one myself.

He could have had his choice of any woman in the district. And he chose solitude. Not solitude – that sounds too peaceful. More like solitary confinement.

I swing my arms to loosen myself up. Place my fists on my hips. then drop them to my sides. Saliva's filling my mouth at a ridiculous rate and i feel vomit at the back of my throat. I swallow hard and open my lips so I can get the stupid line out and go hide in the woods and-that's when i start crying.

Are you, are you coming to the tree? Wear a necklace of rope, side by side with me. Strange things did happen here. No stranger would let it be if we met up At midnight in the hanging tree.

The damage, the fatigue, the imperfections. That's how they recognize me; Why I belong to them.

It must be very fragile, if a handful of berries can bring it down.

Really? What did you cost me again? I ask. A lot of trouble. Don't worry. You'll get it all back,he says.