It was time to get ready to give up.
Slipping back into reality, I sat up sloowly. My thin, weathered blanket was frayed at the ends and had patches scattered on the cloth.
As I stood up, I heard a shuffling sound. On instinct, I swiftly unsheathed my dagger and smoothly spun around, pointing my dagger in front of me. The Stygian Iron dagger pointed at..nothing. "You're imagining things, Viola di Angelo"I let out a loud sigh as I sheathed my dagger back into its leather pouch.
I looked at my whereabouts, not quite remembering where I crashed for the night. Oh right, I was in a phone shop..I had passed out under a table. Now it was what..5 am? You see, I usually spend the nights in stores. After it's closed and locked up, I shadow travel into the building and set "camp" for the night. Easy. But I always have to keep my eyes open for any monsters that want to eat me for supper;good thing I'm a light sleeper. Since I'm 14 years old, my scent gets stronger;which attracts hungry monsters.
Realizing the phone shop would open in a short while, I scrambled to my feet and started to gather my belongings. Grabbing my leather messenger bag, I checked to be assured my velvet pouch of drachmas was safely tucked in at the bottom of the bag. Then I dug some more through my bag for my roll of mortal money;check. My water bottle was secure in the side of the bag, my collapsible hairbrush in one of the zipping pockets, granola bars, flashlights, a pack of double A batteries, and my leather bound photo album of pictures of my siblings and I.
I blinked furiously until I was positive the tears wouldn't fall.
"Stop crying, Vi. There's nothing you can do if you weep like a little kid."I chided crossly to myself."Just. Stop"
I looked at my leather bound photo album for a few seconds. There were several pictures inside. They were all pictures of me, Bianca, and Nico. Together. The album was about the size of a small palm. Instead of putting the album inside its usual place in my bag, I slipped it into my back pocket on my jeans. For safekeeping.
Folding my worn out blanket into a neat little square, I slipped it into my messenger bag. I then quickly brushed my hair with my cheap collapsible hairbrush. I parted my hair to the side then dropped the brush into my bag. I decided to let my hair loose instead of its usual braid today. I carefully placed my black beanie onto the back of my head and let it hang down. There.
As I shouldered my bag and started to walk, I caught a glimpse of my reflection off the shiny silver counter. And here's what I saw:
I saw a fourteen year old girl with hair black as night cascading down her shoulders in natural waves with a black beanie hanging on her head. Her eyes were alert and awake, her hands were tapping on her jeans and moving constantly from her ADHD. Her elegant fingers plucked loose threads at the hem of her tight black Ramones t shirt. The girl's lips were unsmiling. Her eyes were a hard brown, they showed that the girl had been through a lot and were serious and sad. The daughter of Hades' skin was pale and flawless of teenage zits. Overall, she was quite the looker. But the dark heavy circles under her eyes told you she was exhausted. Which she was. Exhausted, scared, and almost to the point of giving up.
"I'm sick of trying"I whispered to myself. Unaware of the crystal tears slipping down my cheeks. I am. I AM sick of this silly game. There was no point. Bianca was dead. I have no idea where Nico is. This is getting tiring and pointless. It was time to get ready to give up.
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Author's Note: He, thanks for reading guys! I'll accept constructive critisism, ideas, and tips from anyone!(as long as you're not like "This story SUCKS" lol) Thank you all!:D
-The Black and Blue Panda
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