Misfits (PJO and HOO fanfic)

Chapter 3

*Aria's POV*

I lay in bed. Just thinking. I thought about the events of the day. Sam's dissapearence, the whole thing about the eagle man. I could here Kya yelling downstairs. I looked over at the small broken desk next to the door to the bathroom, then looked at the lighter in my hand. I flicked the flame on a few times. Then my thoughts drifted. I thought about my parents abusing me before I met the group. I thought about me and Charlie's breakup, and how he convinced me to join the group when I found out their secret. I remember right before we broke up, I insisted on going to his house.

I walked towards the old warehouse he said he lived in, he was yelling at me to stop. I was stubourn and slammed the door open. I saw Kya, Lucas, Danae, Sam, and Mykai all sitting on the couch, aka The Dangerous and Deadly Criminals from the news. I whipped around an came face to face with Charlie, blocking my exit. He grabbed my shoulders and pushed me back lightly, closing the door behind himself.

"I told you not to go in." He whispered. I backed away, bumping into someone. I turned around and saw Sam. I didn't know any of them by name at the time. He leaned close to my face.

"Hello beautiful." He turned and walked away, siting back down on the couch turning on the old television set.

"W... What's going on?" I stared at the criminals. They acted like normal people.

"Aria, this is my family! I would like you to meet Sam, Danae, Kya, Lucas, and Mykai." I stared in shock.

Then he gave me a speech about how I should join. As you probably guessed, it was very convincing. I can tell they didn't like me. They never did, and still don't. They find me annoying. They always say that we are family but I know they don't mean me. They think I'm a cowardly, weak, peppy little bitch. They always say that they would risk their lives for me. I bet they think I wouldn't do the same for them. They just don't know that I would take a bullet for any of them. I do see them as family... Or at least more like a family then my real parents. I started quietly crying, as I usually do when I think about family.

I slowly stood up and walked over to the small desk, opening the small drawer. I pulled out the small square of paper on top of the pile and placed it on the desk. I closed the drawer and took the small box of marijuana out of my pocket, popping off the top and placing a line of crushed leaves on the paper. I continued to role up the paper, curling up the ends, a small hole in one end. I slowly put it in my mouth and strolled back over to my bed, lying down just trying to gather all of my thoughts. I lit the opposite end and quickly breathed in. I closed my eyes and slowly started to take all of the stress in my life, and forget all of it. Focusing on the positive, like the new recipe I learned a month ago, the new nail polish I bought last week. I slowly 'melted' away my problems. Taking all of the depressing shit in my life and replaced it with positive things. I forgot all my problems and became my usual happy-go-lucky self. Forget... No... Not forget... Ignore.

*Sam's POV*

It had been a week since I first woke up in this hell hole. I stopped having panic attacks after two days, cried for most of the next two, and just stayed in bed staring at the ceiling for the rest. I drank a couple glasses of water everyday, and an apple that would hopefully keep the doctors away. I had lost a lot of weight from starving myself. Everyday the same 7 people visited, asking about the others. The same questions everyday, it was so annoying. I never said a word. Not to keep the others safe or something, because I stopped caring about them a while ago. I just didn't want to talk. I didn't want to eat, and I didn't have the will power to get up. I couldn't get out of this funk. Funk.

I laughed. Funk is a funny word. I refused to look at the mirror to my left. I knew all I would see is a skinny, dead looking guy with blonde hair. I rolled onto my right side, putting my twitching hand under my head. It still didn't stop twitching. I need the drugs. I need the drugs! The first time I ever took them, Zach had just joined the group. He was surprisingly angry that we broke him out of jail. I killed 20 people trying to get him out and he never said thank-you. I never missed a single shot, yet one day he came up to me and said I needed to focus. So he gave me the drugs he created, and I didn't trust him at first, but when he gave me the drugs... I tried them. It started with one. When the effects wore off, I hated the twitching! Then I started taking more. Then I couldn't stop. When I tried to stop... Let's just say it didn't work. I laughed, causing people to look at me. I was crazy. I couldn't help but be negative. It's the drugs fault... It's Zach's fault. I started getting angry. I laughed. I couldn't stop laughing.