starfish ✴︎ - clarisse la rue

three. a damsel in distress

𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐈 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 a dream. She wished everything she had encountered in the span of two hours was all just a dream and that she would wake up to her mom making blueberry pancakes in the cabin with The Smith playing on the speaker. But when has anything Rory wished for ever come true?

Rory felt like she had a boulder placed on her head as she fell back into consciousness, the voices that were heard next to her not making the aching feeling any better. She was close to opening her eyes, revealing that she was awake, but the conversation the people next her were having stopped her.

"It might have been a coincidence, Clare. Maybe it meant nothing." A girl said, irritation clear in her voice.

  "Em's right, Clarisse. All that happened was that she showed up to camp with her brother. There's probably zero meaning to it." Another girls voice said, a more softer tone unlike the irritated one.

  "So having a dream about a girl I had never met before, then suddenly seeing her appear with her brother that supposedly killed a Minotaur on his first try is just a coincidence? Does this side of the world not mean anything to you. It has to mean something!" Another girl voice said, a certain tone in her voice.

  "Silena, you are a match maker. Predict if this mystery girl is Clarisse one and true love." the first voice said, sarcasm clear in her voice.

  "Guys, visiting hours are over." A new voice said, this time a boys voice was heard.

  "Okay, Dylan." the first voice said again, probably nodding to the boy.

  "Just leave it alone till we know more, alright? You're practically driving me and Em crazy for the five hours she's been here." the second voice said, Rory hearing what she supposed was Clarisse huff.

  "Whatever." The girl said, Rory hearing three different pairs of footsteps. She peeked her eye open, seeing two black hair girls, one insanely shorter than the other, and a girl with curly long hair. She was the girl from the hill. At least Rory thinks she was the girl from the field.

Rory looked around, looking at her surroundings before she saw her brother still asleep on one of the beds. She frowned, everything that happened flooding back into her memories.

She looked to where the three girls that were in this room moments ago had walked out, seeing it was pitch black outside. She sighed, laying back down as she stared up at the ceiling.

She thought, then suddenly a random wave a sleep went through her, Rory instantly falling asleep. So she had already slept a good hour in the car, then had been knocked out for however long she's been here, and she was still sleepy. That was Rory Jackson for you.

  𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 Rory had woken up again, she was greeted with Grover's back in her face, and Percy at the doorframe talking. She didn't even know what Percy was talking about, all she could hear were her ears ringing and her head throbbing.

  She groaned, catching the attention of the two boys as Percy stopped talking, looking at his sister.

  "Can someone get me some Tylenol or something?" Was the first thing Rory said, sitting up with her hand against her head.

  "Moon! You okay?" Percy asked, looking at his big sister. Rory was all Percy had now. And Percy was all Rory had. If a parent death doesn't bring siblings closer, then what the hell will?