TW: child abuse, trauma
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She stared at her hands, the tears on her face slowly drying up. Her knees were bloodied and the footsteps sounded slowly away, leaving her alone. Her throat felt scratchy, her black hair dangling, clumpy and sweaty.
Her pale white skin, covered in dirt, slowly turned the color of red, the ballet shoes broken, no longer usable. This is the third time this month. Why do they keep breaking? She asked in her mind.
She slowly got up, dusted her leotard off, and staggered off to the bathroom. The door creaked open, the bathroom pristine and clean. The mirror was shined, and in the mirror she could see herself clearly.
The black bun that once sat on her head hang down, the tie still in her hair. Her monolid, cat like eyes were swollen and red. The bruise around her neck was darkening quickly. I'm no good. I suck at this. Mr. Kim hates it. Why am I not good enough? The bathroom was empty, the sounds of footsteps in the hallway becoming louder, before slowly retreating away.
Cassandra stared at her reflection, and a smile slowly emerged from her face as the plan started formulating in her mind.
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Present
"Nyx! Hiiiiii!" Cassandra yelled from down the hall of the large house
Nyx turned around and smiled, seeing her friend. "Hi, something happened?"
"Oh, no. I just wanted to see you!"
Cassandra grabbed her hand, smiling wildly, her eyes creasing slightly as if not used to this emotion. "We are going to be late if you don't hurry up, come on!"
The bus ran up and down to the large school. The dorms and the school provided transportation to the students, as most of the houses are at least a half mile from the school. The school itself was like a Victorian house mixed with Roman and Greek architecture. The 3 story main building was guarded by a tall iron gate, swirling in intricate designs, telling the stories of gods and goddesses from Norse all the way to Japanese mythology. Of course, for this school;
All of that is real.
(Sorry that this is really bad, I have never written a story on here before, unless it was for shits and giggles)
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FantasyNormal :) Yeah it's not. Cassandra was traumatized as a kid, her father, a terrible man, abusing the crap out of her. When she found out she was a demigod, with the help of her best friend Nyx, she started attending Mythos School in New York, meeti...
