Flaws in Fanfics Percy Jackson Edition

Judgement #6

"I need to get out. Now. Out of this cabin, out of this camp. Before I hurt anyone. They don't know how much danger that they're in. They think I'm normal

None of us truly are normal

. I don't blame them though, I mean, looking at me, they probably thought I was just likes them.

Likes

They wouldn't know. How could they? I need to find a way to get out, fast. It's already been two days. It's coming, I can feel it.

What is

They don't know that with me here, their camp is just as dangerous as the real world. Actually, it's worse. By they, I mean the other demigods. They welcomed me into their camp. They shouldn't have. A satyr found me running in the woods, and decided to 'rescue' me. He didn't know that I wasn't running from the monsters, though. He never asked, so I never told him that I was really running from myself. He hadn't thought it very odd that my body was decorated with scars. He had just thought it was a skin disorder of some sort. Everyone thought that. No, they didn't know that She was a slowly killing me from the inside out. And I couldn't tell them.
I've tried to leave, I really have, but every step I take away from camp hurts so bad, I can't go far. She enjoys playing that game. If I try to do something she doesn't want, She takes pleasure in punishing me. She can do whatever she wishes. Sometimes, it's blood. Blood forming on my skin, trickling down my body, staining the ground red. Or it could be knives. Not literal knives, but the same feeling, stabbing me all over. That's what leaves the scars. That, and me trying to get rid of Her. I never can though. She controls me. She can make me do anything. I'm deadly. And I need to get out."

Whoah
That was...just...GREAT