The Daughter of Aries: A Percy Jackson Fanfiction

20 Questions

Chapter 15: 20 Questions

Have you ever had the best, most amazing dream in the universe then you wake up and just can’t really remember it? Then the worst part of it is it drives you crazy for the rest of the day because all you want to do is remember it. That one happy blissful moment when you don’t remember that your life sucks. Maybe you don’t want to wake up because you have a test, project or just because it’s Monday.

I rolled over in the king sized bed someone had carried me up to last night and looked out the window. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping and all in all I almost felt like I was in a Disney movie. Almost. This place was beautiful. The grass was green; there were trees everywhere and laughter echoing around the camp. The only thing that disrupted the mood was the clanging of swords and the swishing of arrows flying through the air.

God, why couldn’t I be normal…or hell, even like them, the other kids going to this stupid camp? Normal kids didn’t have a supernatural godly monsters coming after them. Maybe some of these Demi-god kids did at some point, but were they being stalked nonstop for years? Year after year after year, constantly wondering if they were losing their minds or not? Who knows maybe this is another thing I’m making up…but I know better this is real, it has to be. I don’t know why or how but it must be real.

I lifted up my arm then groaned in annoyance. I was blue, I was freaking glowing blue. I let my arm fall to the bed not having either the emotional or physical strength to lift it up anymore. I was depressed. How much worse can this day get and it hasn’t even started? Curling into a ball and I brought the blanket up to my ears trying to block out the world at least until I could get some control over myself again. Jesus, I’m acting like a hormonal pregnant woman. “Well, this is depressing.” A voice said from the corner of the room and I sat suddenly making my head spin. He stepped out of the one dark shadow in the room and made himself comfortable on the end of my bed. Groaning I pulled the blanket over my head and hid.

“Go away.” I muttered hugging myself.

“Nope.” Logan said popping the ‘p’ as I felt the bed shift I pulled down the cover and looked out to see him lying beside me.

“Get out.”

“No.” I pulled down the covers, giving in and looked at him. He was staring at me intently with no signs of his cocky smile or his stupid little smirk that I’d gotten used to. He had large circles under his eyes and looked completely exhausted.

“You look tiered.”

“Really? I had no idea.” He said but it sounded forced and his voice was scratchy. I must have been studying him for a while because he snapped at me. “Are you just going to look at me or are you going to scoot over.” I did as he asked ,then watched him look at the celling.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“Am I okay? Well let’s think, we were viciously attacked on our date, you went into full on bitch vigilantly mode, and you glow. So I guess that’s a no.” he paused. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I don’t know.” I shrugged and buried my face in his shirt. He pulled me back up so I had to look at him.

“I think you do.”

“I don’t want to talk about this anymore.” I said turning away but he yanked me back.

“You owe me.” By the way he was looking at me I knew he wasn’t backing down. Which means I’m screwed.

“It’s complicated-“I started but he cut me off

“I don’t care, out with it.” I took a deep breath trying to calm myself. Where to begin?