𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐊𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄, 𝗅𝗎𝗄𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗇

𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗌

002. 𝗂'𝗏𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗆𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗒𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿, 𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝖾

THE SKY SEEMED TO RAIN HARDER THAT NIGHT, it felt like loose gravel being flicked upwards from under a car and hitting me everywhere. There were even little marks to confirm the hard rain.

If you asked me how I felt inside, I'd point at the sky. I'd tell you; that's exactly how I feel.

Angry.

Camp half-blood welcomed me with open arms, but I had checked out for all of that. My father was there. It seems he likes to take credit for my misfortunes.

He actually sat in Mr. D's office, a friendly smile tracing the wrinkles of his cheeks and a loving tone to accompany it as he discussed my situation. Mr. D had the same look I did.

He didn't care. I didn't care either.

My brain was preoccupied. Maybe if I had turned around earlier? Or maybe if I hadn't walked off in the first place. I should've never left him behind.

Just like I should've never let my mom look for him alone that night.

His finger swiped beneath my eye and my senses returned immediately, I was still on the porch of some house. Poseidon was wiping away my tears with the pad of his thumb.

Ironic, I thought, twelve years of complete silence and suddenly you're the world's best father?

Every time I looked at him I felt this insane hatred bubble in me, when I closed my eyes I saw Aion, and that anger was replaced with sadness.

It was a lose/lose situation.

Poseidon gently wrapped a hand around my arm, he tugged me towards a cabin whilst he and Chiron discussed a tour in the morning.

Eyes followed our every move, kids stepping out of their cabins to see the new girl, well, here I am!

Here I am.

And here, you are not.

The wind was unnaturally aggressive. An amount of force strong enough to blow away a god, my father. He struggled against the breeze.

It was quite funny, actually.

The cabin doors blew open, revealing the ugliest room I have ever seen. My face curled into a look of pure disgust, my father tutted.

"What? It's not that bad."

"It's horrendous." I replied.

I wanted to make things as difficult for him as possible, to point at everything I wanted gone, and explain in detail what I wanted in my cabin.

So I did that.

I requested the waterbeds be thrown, or environmentally discarded. I didn't care. I just wanted them gone. The skeletons hanging from the room were removed, the dusty floorboards were swept. Windows were open.

By the end of it all, I had space. This empty feeling room, with windows that looked like they'd actually allow light in during the day. Dark and grimy was not my thing.

Despite all my work to make myself comfortable, it didn't soothe the ache in my heart.

I would assume that some of the kids here had never known anything other than this camp, so it was their home. Some probably even only felt accepted after they arrived. Me? I had a home, I knew love before this camp, and I was familiar with what was around me.