"Cause I'm a real tough kid, I can handle my shit. They said babe you gotta fake it till you make it and I did. Lights camera bitch smile, even when you wanna die"
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"Breaking down I hit the floor. All the pieces of me shattered as the crowd...
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________________________PART ONE
*+•.*•(WE GO TO MCDONALDS AND GET RUDLY ATTACKEDBY FURIES) ~*Morana POV*~
I have always been... a fan of the darkness. Something about it makes me get sucked in. Darkness is just an endless void, that someone can get lost in. A somber abyss around me, it tugs me in and it never wants to let me go. You can hide there, when you're scared. Especially, when you're scared. No one will find you, no one will look for you in the darkness. It's just an endless void of nothingness.
So tonight, that's what I dreamt about, It was just darkness, and calmness. So when I woke up, you can imagine I was not very happy.
I get jolted awake, very rudely, by Connor Stoll, "Gods" I say in a froggy voice, "What time is it" I curl back up in my bed in the floor.
I am a growing woman! I need my fucking beauty sleep. Sleeping is my favorite part of the day. The part where I can just block everything out, and it's quiet. Gods, I love that word.
Quietness. I can't even describe it. Quietness is something so small, yet so big and powerful. It's like a huge echo of nothingness. That's probably a shitty explanation of silence, but give me a break. It's like 4am.
I look down at my legs at the few blankets covering them, and a pillow all on the ground. I shift my body, and the floor board creak under my weight.
"It's 4am" Travis says, in the dark. I gasp snd jump, "Did not realize you were here too." I say looking up at them, "why did you disturb my slumber" I say in a posh accent.
"Well, breakfast is in about 4 hour's, wanna sneak out?"
A smile forms on my lips, maybe sleeping can wait. "why of course I do, where we going?" Any chance to get outta CHB I gotta take.
"We are going to a McDonalds" Connor says
"I was pissed that you woke me up, but I really would love some French fries and chicken nuggets" I say as I hop up from my bed, and pick up my inhaler that's laying next to my pillow.
Gotta always have that damned thing with me. My asthma gets pretty bad.
Getting in a fight without my inhaler would not be the number one thing in my bucket list. Asthma attacks are not on my bucket list either, not even close. It feels like I can't breathe, and my chest feels so tight.
Thinking about Tartarus makes my mind drift off. (That tends to happen with my wonderful ADHD brain) but tartarus has never really scared me. It makes other demigods shit themselves, but it makes me intrigued. Sometimes I feel drawn to the topic.
