night and sea (PJO)

First Day?

WARNING: GRAPHIC CONTENT: MENTION OF MENTAL ILLNESSES AND BLOOD

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Being a demigod isn't easy. In fact, even when I didn't know I was a demigod I wanted to die, because insomnia? Not very fun. Especially when the figures dancing across your roof at night are taking the shape of mythical monsters. Demons, horses with pirana heads, banshees screaming their heads off at you while you're just trying to sleep. Like I said, not very fun.
I was bullied, a lot actually. But that stopped when I was nine my father tossed me out into the streets because he "couldn't deal with my screaming at night!". I'm not sure if he regrets it, or is happy about it now. And frankly, I don't really care.
Because two years after that day, something came for me. More like someone actually. Were they a thing? Was it a person? I didn't know at the time. Whatever it or who it was, was beautiful. The thing looked like me, so I assumed it was a person. A woman. She had the same shimmery black hair as I did, and the same purely black irises, and the same glowy skin. The same pretty features too. She appeared out of thin air, like a swirling black cloud of mysterious-ness, and shocked me out of my screaming fit because I saw a Centaur running straight at me with a spear, and then it dispersed once she appeared. I never know if the creatures I see at night are real or not, however most of the time I assume they aren't because by morning I am unscathed. But this time I knew this woman was real. She touched and caressed my cheek so gently I started to think I was made of glass. She said something to me, and although my ears didn't know what it meant my mind did.

".dnalsI gnoL ot oG"
Go to Long Island.
So I went to Long Island. I wasn't sure if I had gone crazy, finally after all this time,  but I obeyed what she had wanted me to do. Why though? - was the question that kept bouncing around my brain. Was it because she treated me with such kindness that I thought she was trustworthy? If so, what an idiotic way of making friends. 
Along the way I was being watched. I knew I was, because even though I slept through the day and walked at night, figures woke me up during my sleep. The insomnia never woke me up in the day, never. And I didn't expect it to start now. And these figures weren't the normal devil horned, father figure, screaming ones. No, these ones were big and could fly across my sight, and vanished once I whipped my head around to look at them. The normal figures never vanished, they usually took the opportunity to tease me and tick me off.
This continued the whole time I went to Long Island. I didn't know where I was walking to, or if this even had a purpose. I started feeling like falling over and shrivelling up on the ground. I actually tried, but then something sharp touched me and I got up and started running for my life.

Turns out, the people from Long Island aren't so friendly.
Multiple times I had things like knives and sharp sticks, almost like spears, thrown at me out of the woods that surrounded a lot of the roads I walked on. 
Some of the weapons had etchings of gods on the handles, like one of the knives that was thrown at me had the picture of Hades on it.
I started having to walk down the roads with the knife I picked up, somehow deflecting the weapons that were thrown at me and then running wondering how I did that, but soon I just came to terms with it. The more important thing was that there were things following me, and they were throwing sharp objects at me. I wanted to laugh and yell out if it was some kind of joke, but who would think to do some kind of joke like this?
I was dehydrated, starving, and my eyes constantly drooped. I couldn't even sleep in the daytime at all as things would be thrown at me. One time when I tried to eat an apple I found on a tree, it was then whooshed out of my hand by something and it landed flat on a thick tree trunk. I couldn't eat it after.
When I tried to drink from a river, it wouldn't quench my thirst. I just stayed thirsty and dehydrated no matter how much I drank. 

A week after I started walking West, I collapsed on the road. I couldn't get up either, I was just clawing my way along the gravel road as the skin on my fingertips and knees grinded into the ground.
Why was I going so far because a mysterious lady told me to? What even was on Long Island? I was already walking around aimlessly, did I have to claw my way around here until I could finally die? Gods, what a pathetic life so far. And now a demon was flying at me.