Godly Trials- An Original Applyfic (CLOSED)

CHAPTER SEVEN

Sephie POV

Alarm clocks suck.

And I mean, they really suck.

Why? Because they wake you up. Especially when you don't want to be woken up.

I groaned, blindly grabbing at my bedside table, trying to locate my stupid alarm clock so I can throw it into the burning pits of hell.

That's why I'm not a morning person.

You know, I never wanted to wake up.

I would like to sleep dreamlessly for eternity-- I would very much like to die.

I mean, why do you want to live knowing that at some point in your life you will die?

When I die there will only be one person at my funeral. Nobody other than Amber would care about me.

My brother hates me. My mother hates me. And I even have the audacity to call her my own mother.

Wow.

And nobody else knows a lot about me. Or cares about the true me.

Nobody else.

I have a broken heart.

That's the thing.

That's why I want to be the Goddess of Revivation.

To fix broken hearts. To fix depressed minds. To fix... Me.

And seriously, in these trials, I either die without dignity, walk out as a failure, win as Goddess of Revivation, or become the Ultimate God with glory.

But knowing me, my outcomes are 50% dying, and 50% becoming a failure.

I won't even take those other two possible outcomes into account, because they're impossible.

Simple as that.

But enough of that. I didn't want to spend the rest of the day thinking about these horrible thoughts.

I knew I couldn't sleep now, as much as I'd like to.I threw on a random T-shirt and jeans, and stumbled out of my room.

"Hey." I looked to my left to see Amber, wearing an oversized coral hoodie. "Hi." I smiled, "You're up already?" Amber shrugged. "It's 9:00 a.m. I wake at 7:00 a.m."

"Get more sleep." I shoved her playfully, and she smiled. Then I walked to the bathroom, brushing my teeth and washing my face. I changed into a better outfit, an oversized black shirt.

I stared at myself in the mirror, and I thought that I looked okay enough. The tear trails had disappeared from last night. I didn't want Amber to worry.

I put on my fake smile, the fakest smile in fake smile history, and walked out of the bathroom and back into the common room. I saw Amber sitting on one of the bean bags, reading Percy Jackson.

"Hey." I said, and Amber looked up. "Wanna go to the library, maybe?" She asked. "Yeah, okay."

We walked to the library together. "Where's everyone?" I asked. The mansion seemed to be more empty than ever. "Your guess is as good as mine." Amber shrugged.

"Actually, you wanna go to the garden?" I stopped. "Sure, why not?" Amber said. We headed out the doors. I stared at the barbed wire fences surrounding us. The more I looked, the more I realized we were actually prisoners.

I looked away and continued walking. I realized Amber wasn't by my side, and I looked back. I saw Amber standing a few feet away from me, staring at someone who was lounging on the pool.