{1} Princess - P. Jackson 🔱

"Memories bring back you."

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I felt like I was in a prison. Marking the walls with lines as each day passed by. If I in fact did that, the walls would be marked up from the ceiling to the floor.

We were in the middle of July already. I've spent all this time just surviving in between staying at home, going to the beach, sneaking out of the house to go to parties and eat McDonald's after midnight. Had some dates with monsters that I had to kill in the end.

None of them were cute.

Some of those actions I regret doing. It's not right to sneak out of the house, it's not cool to drink alcohol and, gods, don't try cigarettes or vapes, they are not good.

I don't know how Thomas does that. I never smoked for fun, only when I felt like anxiety was kicking in and I wanted to distract myself.

But again, neither did he.

I slowly got out of my bed, trying to make as little noise as possible to not wake up Aurora. I got my camera and hugged my blanket as I dragged it out to the living room. I turned on the living room lights and the TV, connecting the cable on my camera and turning it on.

I have recently found out that I can connect them together and see the pictures and videos on the big screen, and that's what I'll do this dawn. Drown myself in memories.

Throwing the blanket over myself as I laid down on the couch, I got the controller and selected the first picture I had on the camera. My plan was to slowly stare at each one of them until I fell asleep, but the sound of a door opening and closing took my focus away.

I froze, praying hard that it would be Lucas but the sight of my father made my prayers go directly to the trash. "What are you doing awake, daughter?"

I smiled like I just got caught doing something wrong. "What are you doing awake, dad?"

"Getting water." He pointed to the kitchen then pointed at me. "What about you?"

I pointed to the TV, "Seeing pictures."

My father stepped closer, turning to look at the TV. The sight of a picture of me and him when I was six glowed in the TV light. I had a gap between my teeth as it had just fallen off and my father looked so young. We were smiling as he hugged me with the bathroom ceiling behind. My smile was happy even though I had cried liters before, my cheeks red with small freckles starting to appear.

He smiled so nostalgically that it made me feel like it was a mistake having come to see this. "I remember that day. You only stopped crying when I told you the tooth fairy was going to give you money to buy a princess dress."

I chuckled, remembering how happy I got when he said that.

"Can I... can I stay with you? See the pictures together like when you were little?" He asked hesitantly. "I showed you how I saw life, can you show me how you see it?"

My heart warmed in pain. I nodded my head and sat on the couch, giving space for him to sit. I covered him with the blanket and I passed to the next picture.

This time a younger me was holding Chiron's hand. He was in his true form, leaning to the side a little as I stretched my arm to hold his hand. A big smile was on my face as I used the camp half blood shirt and shorts. The big house was behind us.

"That was my first day at camp." My voice sounded low. "That's Chiron, he's the sweetest centaur I ever met. I asked him if we could take a picture together to save the moment."

"It's the first time I see him. I'm glad he takes good care of you." My father replied in the same tone.

The next picture was of me and Annabeth, we were both on the strawberry field collecting strawberries in a basket. "Annabeth has looked the same since younger," My father said smiling. "Yeah but at the same time she has changed so much." I said.