Everyone Has a Past, Whats Yours?

Luke I

Authors Note:

IMPORTANT, PLEASE READ
So I decided to have this chapter be in first person, I don't know why, but it just came flooding out in first person so I went with it.
This is told in Luke's Point of View.

Life as a kid for this Son of Hermes? Erm . . . chews bottom lip
I don't usually like talking about the past. It's history, it's gone, you can't do anything to change what happened,
it's in the past for a reason,
you don't dig it out and
live through it everyday . . .
But I guess your past is what makes the hero, so I'll tell ya. smiles weakly

My Mom was crazy to say the least.

I mean, yeah she was sweet and all, always offering me lemonade and burnt cookies, but that was just her good days. Most of the time they were bad. She always would shake me rambling on and on about her poor baby, how I was going to make so many mistakes and betray the ones I loved and almost ruin the world . . . I would try to not pay attention to the words she spoke, she wasn't making sense, and I was a kid scared out of my mind.
But many of them stuck . . .
Whenever she would knock out of it
I'd go to my room collapsing onto my bed thinking about the things she said and try to make since out of them. Usually passing out from too much thinking minutes later.

But as I grew older the fits only got worse. The words she said got more and more terrifying. They hit me like rapid fire bullets right to my heart and I'd feel it in my gut. They stung.
I didn't understand how I'd ever become so cruel and hard hearted to ever do that . . . But the more I prayed to my Dad in my many crying my eyes out, sleepless nights and the longer he didn't come rescue me, the more and more I started to hate him.
I was starting to grow bitter.
When my Mom had her sharp nails stuck into my shoulder blades,
her eyes clouded and glowing green, her screaming out these horrible things I was going to do in my future
I couldn't take it anymore.
I pulled out of her grasp and ran straight upstairs locking the door.

Her knocks became louder and more persestant. I looked up from my backpack now full of supplies,
I yelped when I saw the door shaking on it's hindges, another second or two and Mom would of burst down the door. I threw my backpack over my shoulders and ran for the window.
I jumped out the window just when
I heard the door fall to the floor.
I hit the ground running,
going to know where in particular
just away.

Despite all the scary shit my Mom has put me through along with the many monsters I had killed protecting her, I knew I'd miss her and I felt tears start gently running down my cheeks. My heart was breaking because I was abandoning my mother.
Maybe the monsters would leave her alone with me gone.
Maybe she wouldn't have those fits anymore. They were always about me. If I was gone would they go away?
I sure hoped so. Because I was the one who had ruined her life and made her this way. I hoped me being gone would bring her back to normal and she can have a happy life, one she could never have with me in it.

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Authors Notes:
Well that one made me cry. I'm sorry guys, I love you. But you had to see these stories being sad coming, if they were happy and all the things were perfect they never would of run away. Hope you guys liked it. Feel free to comment and tell me what you think. I'd really appreciate it. Boi. :)
All my love ~Katie.
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