𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐍 𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒───percy jackson & the olympians

01. a monster slices my arm open

FUCK. THINGS WEREN'T supposed to go to shit this fast.

My gaze falls on the blood seeping through the rip in my shirt sleeve. I press my hand harder against the cut to stop it from gushing out, but all it does is stain my fingers red. I grit my teeth half in pain and half in anger.

I'm alone on the outskirts of Maine, bleeding out in the middle of the woods, and about to die.

How the fuck did this end up happening, you ask?

Well, let's just say it started when I flooded my fourth school in the past eighteen months.

It's not like I mean for it to happen or anything. I'm not even sure how it keeps happening, but somehow it does. One second someone's pissing me off and the next I'm angry and there's suddenly water pooling at my feet.

The first time, I didn't think much of it nor did my first foster family. Well, my first foster family that the flooding had happened with. I had been with two foster families before them, but neither had worked out.

It seems as though I attract bad luck. Every time I start to get comfortable and think everything's all good and fine, something ruins the facade I have delicately created for myself and those around me.

Strange things have a way of occurring when I'm around. One time, back when my mother was still alive, we were out shopping and I got lost. I don't really remember it, but she used to tell me that when I was found, I was playing with some kind of serpent. Another time, maybe in middle school with my first foster family, I remember seeing some sort of being not of this Earth. I have this strange memory of driving a knife through it, but it's all fuzzy.

Regardless, I know I'm not normal. I don't know what exactly I am, but it's not like I can ask my dead mother.

I have a track record with how many foster families I've gone through. That third family I was with—for a while, I thought they were the one.

I'd been with them for over a year, and they seemed to like me well enough. I thought it was pure coincidence that the school flooded when I was caught sneaking off campus. I thought fate was on my side for once in my pitiful life. Of course, I got expelled and had to go to a different school, but my foster family didn't blame me. I guess until it happened at the next school.

Some girl thought I was trying to steal her dickhead boyfriend after he asked me out—which is fucked up. I mean why is the girl always blamed? She was trying to embarrass me in front of everyone, and of course, my short temper got the better of me and I snapped.

I wasn't sure how it happened. I was glaring at her and then she was screaming and then everyone was screaming. I felt the water soaking my shoes, rising to my ankles and then my knees. All I remember is feeling alive.

Until my foster family decided I was too much of a burden and didn't care about me anymore.

The fourth family must have been warned about me or something because they were so cautious those couple of months I stayed with them that I actually thought they may have been scared of me.

Which is completely unwarranted because I wouldn't hurt anyone.

Well, except for that guy at my third high school who tried grabbing me and I broke his wrist...

Yeah. That was extremely satisfying.

Either way, before I knew it, the water faucets somehow broke and started spraying everywhere. Long story short, flood. Again.

That landed me my fifth and final foster family. They fucking hated me from the beginning. Which is fine. You can't expect everyone to like you. I was only with them for a month, and even with how strict they were, it still felt like maybe that was it. Maybe I could finally belong there.