𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 ༄ 𝐩. 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧

𝟎. 𝐎𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐧

CALLIOPE ROSEWOOD DID not have a good home life. She never met her mother, but she always dreamed she was the most beautiful, most kind woman alive.

She couldn't read well like the other kids at preschool, and she couldn't sit still like she was supposed to either. All the kids made fun of her, calling her Crazy Callie. If you think that five year old children cannot be very, very mean then you are very, very wrong.

Her father was often drunk, and while never physically harming her, his words hurt just the same. Her father was never violent with her. Oh no, he couldn't be, not with his darling baby girl. Instead it was Andie that took the hits.

Andromeda Rosewood was three years older than Callie, but by age eight she had already felt much older.

The sisters looked very alike, so alike that despite the age difference they looked like twins. Easily mistaken for one another if you weren't to take a second look. Their loose brown curls fell down to their shoulders, and they both had freckles across their nose and cheeks. The only drastic difference was their eyes.

While Andromeda's eyes were a deep brown, Callie's eyes were blue. Light blue. The kind of blue you only see when you look out to the ocean, sand between your toes and wind in your hair.

Neil Rosewood would drink very much. He would scream at his daughters, so loud in fact that they couldn't even escape his voice in their sleep.

There had been one night in particular where Andromeda was at a sleepover with her friend.

Five year old Calliope was scared. She had never been away from her older sister, especially at night. So, Callie did what any young girl would do and went to find her dad, seeking comfort in his arms. When she descended the steps she saw beer bottles covering the coffee table, Neil sitting on the couch half passed out, watching baseball.

"Daddy?" A meek voice mumbled. She was dressed in a blue nightgown, her hair in a messy braid. In her arms there was a stuffed bunny whose ears hung low and went by the name 'Snuffles'.

His head turned as he stood up from the couch. He seemed... angry? Angrier than he normally was with Andie, at least.

Neil was never violent with Callie like he was Andromeda. But when you're drunk, you don't see that well.

When Andie got home the next day, she saw her sister's faint black eye and the bruises that were forming on her arms and legs. She grabbed two bags, one being her backpack and the other being her younger sister's sparkly pink backpack that she was supposed to use for her first day of kindergarten in a few weeks.

She packed clothes, food, water, and Snuffles, grabbed her sister and walked straight out of the house. They never looked back, not once.

They left the city of Washington D.C. with no idea where to go. They traveled for weeks, almost two months before they reached New York City. They would have arrived faster, but they both needed to take breaks. They're only kids, after all.

Once they arrived they had no where to go, of course, so they lived on the streets of Manhattan.

It was those nights on the cold cement that she would remember her father's words, "Nobody will ever love you Calliope. Not even little Andromeda  here, she just feels bad for you. She doesn't love you. No one does."

She vowed to herself that no one would call her Calliope again.

They sat there each day, begging for money, hoping for food. That was, until Aspen came along.

Aspen asked them if they saw things no one else did. He seemed to understand them, so they followed him to wherever he took them. He promised them safety, after all.

Where did he take them, you ask?

He took them to Camp Half Blood.

c. writes!
sorry the backstory kinda sucks I was kinda lost on what to do
also the writings kinda iffy bc I was tired
but like who cares lol
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