The Girl Who Stopped the Apocalypse (pjo fanfiction)

1- I hope you're happy now

That was it. I was done.

My name was Hazel Levesque. And I just couldn't take it any longer.

I arrived home and was afraid of opening the door. I held on my school time as if my life depended on it, but sooner or later, I always had to return.

I held my breath and prayed for her to be somewhere else. Anywhere else. Anywhere but here.

My footsteps echoes in the long hall. The floor was dusty. The walls were covered in weird drawings and symbols.

I was gonna make it. I was nearly there...

The sound of heels walking made me shiver. I'd been caught. Schzist.

"When did you arrive? I thought I'd been clear, missy"

Sweat dripped off the back of my neck. I kept my gaze down.

"Yes, mother. Sorry, mother" My voice trembled.

"I am Queen Marie!" She yelled. I flinched "And you are not allowed in this household until I tell you to enter! I'm doing something important!"

I tried to hide my face behing my cloud of frizzy caramel hair, but it was no use.

She slapped me across the cheek, which was more painful than it should have been, because I'd been beaten by her just the day before. That so called new friend of her was turning her into a complete different person.

I leaved the house appearing ashamed, but when I was outside my anger unleashed. I yelled and I stomped. 

I was thirteen years old. I wouldn't be insulted like that by my own mother.

I hated her. And I hate her friend, whom I've never met but already controls my life. I also hate my father for never showing up. Was it that hard?

Guess I was wanted by no one. Loved by no one.

"Ha..." I laughed so I wouldn't cry. I sat in the dirty street and hugged my knees 

Was it so hard to lie? A little lie... Just so I can believe that I was ever loved...

No.

I forced myself to get up and wiped my tears. I wasn't loved, and that was it. I just wasn't. But life went on. It goes on.

And if I wasn't quick enough, it would go on without me.

I glupped my tears away and reached for the door. It had just started to rain, and I was starting to getthe shivers. I'd get sick if I wasn't careful.

And I just hated being sick. It made me feel vulnerable and weak. I felt as if no one could see me like that, as if I had to crawl into a hole and die.

Nope. Being ill was a big no for me.

I turned the handle and got in just as it was starting to hail. I really was a crazy storm.

Dripping, I walked toward the bathroom. Luckly, this time no one stopped me.

I dried myself with a towel and changed my school uniform to a purple top and some jeans. I also twisted my hair into a top knot and put on some slippers that made no noise.

Taking another deep breath, I got out of the bathroom and stopped dead.

The first thing I noticed was the stench. It smelled as if someone had died and mixed the remainings of the body with boiled cauliflower.

Then, I saw the light. Not as if I'd died, I meant literally. A greenish light was coming from the kitchen door.

"Don't go there, Hazel" I told myself "Just go to your room"