The image kept blurring in and out of focus. A person. Two persons. One person walked away. One remained. It was coming closer. There were burns around my eyes. I couldn't see very well yet. I was still, healing. I didn't want to be healing though. I had thought so much that I was going to die. And I hate being wrong...
I heard her voice, it was a her, I believed.
"I know you don't want help, but please allow me"
"No!" I snapped, then hesitated "Who are you? Are you Greek?"
"No, I'm not" She didn't tell me her name, but I wasn't really paying attention.
"I don't really need help." I said, a tad stubbornly. I felt the stick be pulled out from under me. I wobbled, then fell.
"You don't need help?" I could hear a smirk in that awful girl's voice.
"That's cheating. You took my stick!" She pulled me up. My arm hurt.
"Ow!" I complained. She loosened her grip on my arm.
"Why do you even want to help me?"
"Maybe you deserve a second chance."
"I don't. I should've died."
"Possibly. Probably. But no one else will help you so I'm going to."
"I'm fine."
"You're bandaged up practically head to toe. Can you even see me?" She asked, indicating my eyes.
"No." I admitted.
"Where are you staying?" She asked.
"A room in the big house.." I mutter. I don't like talking to people, much less her. She was getting under my skin.
"Do you need help getting back to it?"
"You won't leave me alone until you help me so sure. help me back to the place and then leave me alone. For good. Okay?" She didn't reply. I was getting tired of her not replying. I let her help me to the bunk. I was angry. Furious. I shook a little with each step from rage.
"I'm not going to hurt you or humiliate you or do anything to harm you. Even though you deserve it."
"I should be dead. I was supposed to be dead."
"Why do you want that so badly?"
"You wouldn't understand, just leave me alone!" I pulled away from her. I wasn't here to make friends. I was here to wait out life until I died again. And when that finally happened I knew that there would be cheering at Camp Half Blood and Camp Jupiter.
"I'm going to die soon. You won't even remember me when I do. You don't care so just go be with your stupid greek friends and let me die in peace."
"You're stubborn and everyone hates you for a reason." I didn't hear her say she hated me. But there was no reason for her not to. She left me in my room and I hoped that I'd driven her away. I hoped that I'd never have to see, or in my case not see but hear, her again.
Yet part of me hoped I did.
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Hello, guys!
First of all, I want to say thanks for views and reviews on my news stories, they made my week, actually. In a week where work seemed endless and the weather seemed to make me melt, they gave me energy to wake up in the morning and use my free time to write some more.
So, as always, I'll give you the chapters...
Rise of Ouranos (ReWrite): 1 chapter
Sis/Bro, Your Shadow is Hot!: 1 chapter
Maidenhood (Adopted from TheColorofBoom): 1 chapter. Also, I want to clarify that the former author of this fan-fiction is TheColorofBoom. I realized somehow later that I wrote the name wring and for that, I apologize.
Masked Hearts (former collab with Hugs6, FanFiction writer): 1 chapter. I want to clarify that, even thought the covers says 'Battered Hearts', it's the right story. (The app, Covers by Wattpad, suddenly stopped working and I cannot fix it anytime soon)
Quest: Matchmade (former collab with Hugs6, FanFiction writer): 1 chapter
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Fanfic[Collab with Hugs6] #Octachel Octavian survives the explosion and is banished from Camp Jupiter, forcing him to live at Camp Half Blood. The campers can't figure out who is being punished, them or Octavian, and practically refuse to help, but one Or...
