Mythicals

-Chapter 2-

I jolted up, it was dark outside and mother hadn't come home. I put my shirt and pants back on and got up, feeling better all of a sudden, but I was starving. The clock had read 6:18...Mom should have been home by now. Eh, she was usually late and it was normal, but my attention was drawn by the food sitting on the counter. 

Apples, oranges, crackers of some sort. The normal health food my mother ate, and sometimes made me eat. I was fine with it, but my body was craving something else. I wasn't sure about what my body was wanting.

I could feel something changing inside me. It was changing the way I thought about things and the way things appeared. It was odd.....

"Thalia, I'm home!" I looked back and saw my mother. She looked the same as she always did. Her hair was pulled back in a bun and she smiled as she looked at me. Her pale skin looked even paler in the darkness of the house. She had a few papers in her hand. "The school called today saying that Jackson dropped you by the house today, they said you weren't feeling well.

I didn't say anything for a moment, then broke out of my daze. "Oh, yeah, Jackson is the only person who know's where we live so he offered to take me home. I'm a little surprised the teacher allowed it, but it was a little urgent."

"I thought so. How do you feel?" she closed the door behind her and made her way to me. She put the back of her hand on my forehead to check my temperature.

"I feel fine mom, honest. I guess I didn't get enough sleep last night." I smiled a little to try and reassure her. I think it worked a little because she put her hand down and hugged me. I hugged her back and rested my head on hers. I was taller than her, but I got that trait from my father. My I have my mother's dirty blonde hair and my father's striking green eyes. I got a little bit of both from my parents. 

She let go of me and set the papers down. I didn't look at them, I knew what they were. They were medical bills. My Aunt Maria had been in the hospital for sometime. She never married and she was by herself for the longest time. She was always quiet and whenever there was a family gathering, she never showed up. She sent birthday cards and Christmas presents by mail, but that was all. 

We found out a few weeks ago she was terribly sick and was hospitalized. I'm not sure what the doctors said she had, but whatever it was it was deadly. But since she doesn't have enough money to pay the bills on her own, Mother and everyone else in the family are trying to help as much as they can to pay off for all the therapy and scans she's been getting, not to mention that over-priced medication they give. 

"Your Aunt Maria isn't going to make it much longer, dear." Her words were pained and I could tell how much it hurt her to say it.  "It's just what was meant to happen."

"Mom..." I tried to help calm her down. It's not every day you're told your sister is going to die. "Why don't you get some rest? It's getting late. I'll make you something for dinner, okay? How about some chicken soup and a nice glass of water?" I hoped we had the stuff to make the soup, or else I would have to get it.

"Okay dear.." she said. She reluctantly walked to her room and opened her door and walked inside, shutting the door very quietly. I looked through the pantry. Thank God we had the right stuff to make the chicken soup, and I knew we had chicken somewhere. I gathered everything and looked in the old family cookbook for the recipe and went straight to cooking.

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"Mom?" I knocked on her door with my elbow. I had a steaming bowl of my dad's famous chicken soup in a bowl in one hand, and the glass of water. There was a little noise from inside the room and then the door opened. "I brought you some dinner" I smiled warmly and walked inside once she moved aside. 

"Thank you dear." Her voice was still filled with pain. "You didn't have to do this."

"But I want to help, Mom, so I made dinner. Just eat and then get some more rest, okay? I can come back later to check on you if you like." I set the bowl and glass down on her bedside table, gave her a quick hug and kiss on the cheek and waited for her response. 

"Okay dear, but don't stay up too late."

"Yes, Mom." I released her from my hug and walked out into the hall and closed the door and practically ran to the kitchen. I was starving and I wanted to eat something. The chicken soup looked good, but it wasn't what my body was craving. This hunger inside me wasn't human. It felt like there was something inside me that was clawing at my stomach. An immense hunger pain. 

This wasn't good at all. I had to find something that would take this hunger away, but nothing I found in the pantry would help me. Nothing seemed appealing to me in any way, even though I knew I needed to eat something.

I looked at the front door. I could get something else, but I didn't know what. If I stayed here. this hunger might drive me insane. "What's happening to me..." I quietly whispered to no one in particular.

I looked in the refrigerator for anything else I desired to eat, but nothing jumped out and said "Eat me! I'll make you feel better!" So I closed the door and rested my head on its cold metallic door. My stomach growled again, much louder this time. 

I looked down the hall at my mom's door. No light filtered through the bottom, which hopefully meant she was asleep. I still didn't know what to do. I was stuck here and I wanted to eat something, but I couldn't find anything that would help me.

I didn't know what to do so I settled with a small bowl of cold chicken soup. It wasn't as bad as I thought it was, but it would have to do for tonight. I cleaned up my mess and went to my room and changed into my pajamas. After brushing my teeth I looked out my window and saw the moon. It was bright and illuminated the sky and brilliant little stars speckled it here and there.

After tearing my gaze away from the sky, I turned off the lights and nestled in my covers for the night. Sleep came easily and I was soon sucked into the blackness that would soon become my dream. 

A.N.

1190 words! Yay! Still didn't have much inspiration and that's why it's becoming hard to do these chapters. Hopefully I can think of something soon and not give up on this story like I did my last one