"Let Poseidon Drown Me." A PJO Oc Fanfic.

[12] Is she still my sister?

Ever since Marceline had been claimed by Zeus, she seemed to have been training more often than she usually does, which confuses me even more. The only good thing that came with being claimed by the God of Thunder was that she now had the ability to strike down anyone with lightning if she used a bow and arrow, so yeah, that checks out.

I was currently watching as rain poured over the Camp once more, Marceline happily running along the fields as she embraced the rain. It made sense she was the offspring of Zeus, she had always loved the rain, even before she was claimed. She used to always force me to go out into it, but my hair would always cover my eyes when the droplets hit it, so it was kind of hard to see with things like that. I'm pretty sure Luke was supposed to be walking with her in the rain, but the coward stayed under cover.

I felt something bubble within my chest as I watched Marceline try to persuade Luke into joining her in the rain. I mean, why can't she see that he isn't good for her? The main thing they share is their passion for glory and love for fighting, but Luke fights because he can, Marceline and I fought because we had to. I started to scratch the familiar sides of my wrists, reopening the scar I got from that Ares kid during Capture the Flag and feeling the blood drip down more.

Soon, after watching enough of Luke trying to persuade the younger girl to let him continue being dry, I walked over to the two of them and stood by Marceline in the rain, waiting for her to notice me again. I've been having to do that more than regularly, which only added to my frustration. I understood that Marceline was never the brightest when it came to people, hell, we've made friends who turned out to be literal monsters, but this was just someone who just screamed 'too good to be true'.

"There you are, where have you been? Percy's been asking about you." Marceline giggled as she mentioned the boy who's been pestering me almost all summer. God, how many things can go wrong today? "I need to talk to you... Alone. Without Luke." I said whilst looking at Luke for a moment before going back to Marceline, and she could see how serious I was. She nodded and walked towards me to the back of Cabin 6.

"Marcie— Why are you hangin' out with that guy? You know boys like him aren't good news. He's too good to be true!" I let my thoughts spill out of my lips desperately as we were finally alone. I knew she wouldn't want to listen, for when she finds friends, she sees them as her ride or die. Marceline just looked at me with an annoyed glare, "Are you really carrying on about this, August? We've been here for months! That's the longest we've ever been in a home, and nothing bad has happened!" She argued, both of us getting easily irritated by both of our statements.

That much was true, Camp Half-Blood was the only place that we stayed in for longer than two months, and no adult has told us to pack our bags or to raise the other children. "Yeah, sure. But we've barely been able to hang out! All you want to do is to hang out with these other losers." I pleaded as I noticed that my voice was getting louder. I knew I was being clingy and dependant, but when you're raised with only one person who was there for you, then you would be too.

I guess the comment really set her off, because she raised her voice just like mine, her Australian accent getting thicker as well, "Well make some yourself! You have to learn how to actually bond in our new home, August!" Marceline bitterly added, purposely trying to get under my skin. She knew everything about me, and she knew about how I barely trusted anyone unlike her.

The storm was getting worse, and I'm pretty sure my jacket was about to be blown off if this continued, but I kept going on. I wish my ego wasn't as big as Marceline's heart, because maybe I would've just learned to shut up and take it. But like I always do, my mouth moves before my brain, "Home?! This fuckin' place is the last place I would call home! If anything, I felt more like an outsider here than anywhere!"

"Because you are!" Marceline screams at me, the storm swirling over us now. The winds roared as if they were alive and confessing all of our sins for the whole camp to see. I could only stare at Marceline in horror as she told the truth straight in my face. I was an outsider, even in a place where I was supposed to fit in.

I held back tears and clenched my own wrist to somehow ground myself, but all I could feel was the open wound on my body and the feeling of the blood trickling down my hand. "G-Get fucked, Marceline." I stuttered while trying to fight back. I was never vulnerable around people, I always told them that I hated them, but Marceline was hard to hate, even if she exposed you. "I wouldn't care if you disappeared... I don't need you." I lied as I turned away and walked back to the beach I used to sit by down the hill.

I heard Marceline scoff, she was probably flipping me the bird, and listened to her footsteps fade. The distant thunder echoed throughout the camp, and I ignored my hair that was now covering my eyes. The rain made it easier to cry, for it blended in with the rain. I wept on the beach like a pathetic high school girl being rejected, internally cursing myself for even saying anything at all.