Hunt me, Darling.

The beginning

Icarus had flown too close to the sun and now he will deal with the consequences.

Now I'm going to twist around a known Greek story to try and explain my situation better. Do you know the story of Odysseus and Calypso? Well, you see, Calypso was the woman with nothing left to lose and yet still lost everything each time a man came through her life.

She fought for what she believed and was punished with isolation and false hope. Each time a man came into her life she was discarded and forgotten by those she could not help but fall for.

And then along came Odysseus. The one who stayed the longest. Who she hoped would stay forever. The one she took in like all the others and nursed to health. The one who ripped her heart from her chest and built her hope only for it to be crushed by Odysseus.

I am telling the story of my Odysseus. The one who betrayed, the one I fell for.

Odysseus, he loved me more than anything, and would do anything for me. But you have to understand that because of his love, he started to poison the earth that he stood on when he started to think that he knew better than everyone else to try and put himself higher, which ultimately lead to the destruction of the ones he cared about. Then there's me: Calypso the woman who sacrificed so much to help him, took him in when he was broken and lost, built him up again; loved him more than anything else in the world, but eventually was forced to let him ago because of his cruel actions...

I'm not talking about the story that everyone knows about. In the story that you might know, Calypso was banished to the island of Ogygia by Zeus because she supported her father, Atlas during the war with the titans. Several of the heroes washed up on her island and she cared for them and nursed them back to health when she would fall in love with them. But when she sent them off, they all promised to come back for her, but they never did. But when Odysseus the Greek hero was washed up, she fell in love with him too but when it came time to see him off, she didn't let him leave for 7 years. She only let him go when Athena requested Zeus to send a missive via Hermes to let Odysseus go home and they forced Calypso to help him build a raft to leave on.

No.

I'm telling the story of my Odysseus, and how he ripped the heart from my chest, threw it on the ground and stomped over it. I'm changing the roles, changing the story.

Before I get into it all, you are going to have to start at the beginning, at my childhood and the horrors it contained.

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I had a crap childhood. I had a perfect family, well not really perfect in every sense of the word. Not at all. What I mean is that unlike some people, I had a mum and dad. The only problem is, is that they treated me like absolute shit and were never emotionally or mentally available. Dad was an angry drunk and Mum just didn't know how to look after a kid, so I had to bring myself up. Which of course meant learning how to cook at an early age and how to do most things a parent would do for a little girl. Not only that, but I also had to look after the people who were meant to look after me. It may be possible that this is the reason I get along with Sam and Dean so well, but I only figured that out later on in life.

Most nights there were fights, it would go on for hours, screaming and yelling; things being smashed, and punches being thrown. I tried to stay away from them when things got bad and hide away, but dad would seek me out and start to beat me. Mum didn't stop him; she would stand behind him and laugh as I got punched, yelled at, and told that I'm worth nothing. I am nothing. I am nothing...