Warning: attempted suicide. Self harm (no I'm not fine, why do you ask?) Parents: don't matter Words: 1513
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She couldn't take it anymore.
After the last quest, she'd fucked up. She'd hurt innocent people.
It was an accident, but it didn't matter, the blood was on her hands.
The way they had looked at her when her powers became out of control was too much.
It was the straw that broke the camel's back, so to speak.
All her life, she had felt so desperately alone. So different from others. She had never quite fit in, never found where she belonged. Destruction and chaos followed her wherever she went. She thought things could've been better at camp half-blood, with the seven but they were too good for her. She couldn't hide her sins amongst such heroes. She was trying to right her wrongs. But today had proven that she would never be free of the pain she could inflict upon others.
Worst of all, his face had been unreadable upon their return to camp. She cursed herself internally for allowing herself to actually feel something for someone else, especially when she knew she could hurt him.
The one who seemed to hate her the most was the one she couldn't get enough of . From the minute she'd arrived he'd avoided her like the plague. She would catch him looking at her out the corner of her eye, but upon turning, he'd have turned around.
He made a point of never being paired with her for training or tasks, And when she would walk into the cabin for movie night, he would purposefully get up and move to sit somewhere else rather than beside her.
It was quite poetic really, the only person she'd felt drawn to in years, the only person who she thought she could've vaguely related to because of shared experiences, wanted her as far away from him as possible.
That led her to the point where she was at now.
Wanting, needing an escape.
An escape from all the pain, and hurt and truly awful things in the world. She knew they would be better off without her. She had only been with them a year, they would grieve quickly. The world was too dangerous with her in it. If she was to attempt to prove in one final act she was a good person, this would be her last gesture. Her toes just hung on the cliff, the wind whipping her hair powerfully from this height. She tried to tune out the sound of campers at the campfire, the sound of life.
She closed her eyes, hoping it would make it easier, to not see the end coming, just like falling asleep... "I'm sorry." She whispered out into the night, knowing it would not talk back. As she took a deep inhale, ready for all the suffering to end, the sound of light humming and footsteps coming to a halt took her off guard.
