Chapter 5

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To the gods!

I was playing my guitar, finally. With everything that happened regarding Annabeth, Clarisse, the lies, the bullying, not really grieving for mom's death... I need to grieve my own way.

Music has always been part of my life, it was always a method of calming down, releasing the stress and everything. When your someone who has a lot of conditions, yeah you always feel stressed, worse that dyslexia did give me a hard time trying to play the guitar, but I nailed it finally.

(Singing)

I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that's real

I was seated by the lake, actually not caring for what's behind me if there was...

(Singing)

The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember everything

I pick up the music a bit more, put a bit more emotion to it with the tune. When I first heard this music, from Johnny Cash, I was 8 years old, in 2005. I shouldn't have heard it, since many believe it is related to self harm and suicide... but that's what actually I've always tried to stop.

(Singing)

What have I become?
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away
In the end

I put a bit more emotion now, it was a quick song, not gonna sing all of it, it was just a quick relaxing moment.

(Singing)

And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt

(Singing)

If I could start again
A million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way

I just stopped playing after that... after "I would find a way" nothing comes after, no more lyrics or music... just a comfortable silence... a comfortable, lonely, silence.

I slowly put the guitar in the side and looked to the lake... holding my hat, letting the wind just caress my hair, it was still wet but... at least it would give me a chill feel.

"A-Are you one of the new campers?" I jumped when I heard that voice, of course, another girl.

I look back seeing the girl, she was... also beautiful, striking blue eyes and a dirty blond hair, but so wavy... like if it was ironed, her light skin had no pimples or outgrown hair anywhere, hell her hair doesn't even have loose strands. Her eyelashes were long, something very little amount of woman have, but hers were long, not like the fake or extensive ones, but they were.

"U-Um, I... am?" I was acting so shy, like... she even looked as beautiful as Annabeth... why did I think of that?

"Are you a Child of Apollo?" she asked as I looked away slightly and shook my head.

"I don't know yet, what made you think that?" I asked a bit confused still showing a saddened and also shy tone.

"Oh, because of your voice. Every child of Apollo has a beautiful voice, and also they're naturally good playing any instrument." the girl said, looking at her more she looked like a year older than me or close.

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