It only got worse. First being quarantined, not being able to see Leo. Now, doctors were shoving needles everywhere in her, making life just a little more uncomfortable. Sure, she was home now. The doctors came to the conclusion that her disease wasn't contagious, but insisted upon running tests upon tests upon tests to find a cure. Calypso knew better though. It could take years to find a cure, years she didn't have. She didn't dare tell Leo or anyone for that matter. Leo was so hopeful, always telling her things would get better. Right as things were starting to go smoothly for her, this happens. She actually got off of that foul island and found love at the same time. Was it too much to ask for? Apparently.
Calypso sat in bed, thinking. Her time was limited, but she had no idea as to how to use it. Leo did have a right to know... But how do you tell your boyfriend that you're bound to die soon? She had been trying to figure out a way, trying to not crush him as much as it would. It was obvious Leo was the odd man out and she couldn't bear to make him go back to that. Couldn't there just be a way to escape death? Hadn't Calypso been through enough to deserve this? If only dreams actually came true.
Speaking of dreams, Calypso's had been quite off lately. Now she wasn't a demigod, so that's when she knew something was up. She could remember her recent dreams vividly, always the same dream but different minor details each time. In her dreams, she never actually saw anything. It was pitch black, but a voice was speaking to her. The voice was young and commanding. Calypso sensed he was getting ready for something... Something important to him. He always gave her the same message, just in different wording. There's no escape for you. Your fate is sealed. The time is now.
The one thing that threw her off was in her latest dream. The voice always talked in the third person, never included themselves in the message. But the last time he included a bit of... Empathy? The exact words relayed inside Calypso's head all the time. I hope you enjoy your stay with us. It'll be your last.
She could never decipher the meaning for the phrase. Her stay? She wasn't going anywhere soon. Her last? Is that just mocking her future death warrant? Another reason Calypso hadn't been sleeping lately.
Whenever she got worried or stressed, Calypso needed food. You're supposed to eat away your worries, right? She quietly got up and opened the door, hoping she wouldn't wake anybody. It was 2 a.m., and even Nico was sleeping. She crept downstairs, found her way to the pantry and engulfed herself in options of stress-relievers. Calypso could go for anything: White Cheddar Cheez-its, chips, fruit snacks, candy. But her one and only comfort food was staring at her, begging her to eat it. And she gave in. She grabbed the Oreo's, ripped them open and dove in. She was so stressed, she didn't even bother with the milk. She sat at the counter and ate in the darkness, feeling her worries melting away.
Calypso ate one last Oreo, knowing she had to limit herself or else she could gain 10 pounds overnight. She got up and went to put away the Oreo's in their rightful place. She tiptoed into the pantry, reached up high and finally managed to get them up on the shelf. She turned around and tried to maintain her so far quiet behavior, but ran into something. It was hard and sturdy. The pantry door. Calypso hadn't closed the door, no. Too much noise involved. She grabbed the handle and twisted and turned with no luck. She slammed her body into the door repeatedly, but it wouldn't budge.
Calypso started to hyperventilate; she had never been in these types of situations before. She had no idea what to do. Should she scream for help? Wake the others for probably the dumbest reason ever? No, she needed to be able to handle her own problems. The door was probably just jammed; an easy fix. She backed up, readying herself so she could get a running start. Before she could get in the running position, she felt a body behind her. The body grabbed her waist with one hand and her mouth with the other, muffling her screams for help. She screamed for the others, for Leo. But she would never be heard. Just like on the island, nobody was there for her. There to help her. There to save her from her helpless self.
Her thoughts swam in a river of hopelessness until she slowly lost consciousness, dreaming of the day where she could finally protect herself.
Dang, this chapter is short. I guess I don't need that many words to crush you guys? But don't worry, it gets much much MUCH worse. Heh(;
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Forever Together | Heroes of Olympus
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