In the Land of Titans He Waits

Chapter 1. Grief

        "Ugh what a nasty child.", were the first words I heard after regaining my conscience in the cold, bright hospital room. As I desperately tried to open my tired eyes I suddenly felt a harsh stinging sensation down my right arm and leg which made me audibly wince.

"She's awake doctor!", an unfamiliar voice shouted. "Y/n, Y/n, can you hear me, are you alright?", another strange voice asked. "Huh?", I mumbled as I tried to push myself into a sitting position to no avail.

"Don't move y/n, you're still badly hurt you've been unconscious for about a week now.", the same worried voice explained. "Where am I what's going on?", I asked as I adjusted to my new environment the pain in my limbs becoming more prevalent. "Hello y/n, I'm Dr. Drew, you were in a car accident a week ago and you were badly hurt, you've been unconscious and recovering here in the hospital ever since.", the man explained.

Suddenly it all started rushing back to me as I let out a small sob, I was on a roadtrip to Florida with my parents when suddenly a huge truck had crashed into the front of the car, leaving me alone in the middle of the road sobbing and eventually passing out from the pain. I let out another cry this time louder and full of despair. I knew my parents had to be dead and if not then unfixable from the damage.

"Shut up, I can't stand when kids cry.", a snarky woman said with a sneer from the other side of your hospital room.

It was my least favorite Aunt, Aunt Greta, the woman who had blackmailed my father's brother for years and forced him into a strange and untimely death leaving her with the life insurance money and house from all his 45 years of hard work. I often speculated she had killed Uncle, but wouldn't dare bring it up Infront of father, in fear of depressing him even more.

"What are you doing here?", I asked the rage and sadness only becoming stronger. "I'll be your legal guardian from now on since there's no one else who I can pass you onto.", she replied with a sigh as she shot a glare in your direction.

After that day my attitude changed from that of the 8 year old child that I was, to one of a fully fledged adult. I was strong and held in my emotions even when it suffocated me, for better or for worse, even when Aunt came home drunk and beat me senseless I dared not to shed a single tear, for that would give her the satisfaction she craved.

As the years flew by and I entered middle school, people were quick to notice that I wasn't the bright, happy child I used to be. At first teachers offered to council me or comfort me, but they soon stopped as they realized I was uninterested and untouchable.

Kids at school often picked on me and even harassed me for my cold demeanor, but even as the boy I liked called me "disgusting" and poured milk in my face during my junior year of highschool I still did not weep or even flinch.

Although on the inside I was free to show my true emotions, those of hate, fear, despair, grief and even guilt. That day the day I used to think would be the best day of my life, the day I turned sixteen, I decided to commit suicide.

No one needed me in this heartless world, no one even cared for me, I felt numb. After school I walked up the two flights of stairs to the top of the building. As students cheerfully passed though the school doors below me, chatting about their school work and relationships, I felt a ping in my heart, and finally realized how lonely I had felt all this time. "Goodbye.", I whispered as I stepped off the building, to the dismay of my fellow students who started to scream and run around helplessly.

But they didn't matter anymore, the second I closed my eyes I couldn't hear them anymore as though I truly had vanished from this world.

"Huh?", I thought to my self as I fell. "Why haven't I hit the ground yet, it's been an eternity.", I remarked to my self. Was this death, just endlessly falling in an abyss of nothing? Or was I truly still falling from the school building, was time just slower when your life was ending?

"Hello?", a soft voice spoke. "An angel?", I thought to my self. "Who's that?", a harsher voice asked. "Nope defiantly not angels.", I thought to myself as I tried to open my eyes.

"Omg are they ok?!", a panicked voice shouted. "What's all this commotion brats, huh, who's that?", an older voice asked, quieting the previous ones.

"We have no idea captain, I went to get water and found her laying here when I came back.", the soft voice said again.

For some reason I felt warm and safe, as though some one was holding me. "Maybe I am dead and this is a fantasy.", I thought to myself once again.

Well let's take her to the infirmary, and question her when she wakes up.", a new voice suggested. "Good idea.", the angelic voice replied as I was suddenly hoisted into the air.

More then ever I tried to open my eyes, but still to no avail, I was confused and helpless as I was carried into the unknown.