The Awakening (A PJO Fanfic)

Salvation

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MAAIKE POV

    I felt the rain pelting against my skin and soaking my brown-black hair. The crack of lightning illuminated the building in front of me. I was crouching in a cardboard box that was failing to protect me from the rain.

    I thought back to the last time I saw my parents. They were yelling at me at the top of their lungs, my dad was yelling in my face, my mom was yelling at my dad to be kinder, but still had a dissappointed air about her. She was hiding her face in her hands, probably crying. I ran to my room. I grabbed a backpack, packed some clothes and stole some food from the kitchen. I didn't bother leaving a note, they hated me anyway.

    I blinked my eyes and returned to the present.  I looked around the alleyway that I had been using as my shelter for the past month or so.  Everything was familiar: the cats that scratched the trash cans in their free time; the bricks with graffiti;  the way the broken antenna at the top of the building clanged when the wind blew. I was sick of it.

The top of the card board box fell on my head with a wet squish. I slouched lower and just let it sit there. I felt my eyes prick with salty tears that added the moistness on my face. I felt my body start to shake with the cold and my sobs.

I heard methodical thumps of someone walking. I heard them get closer and closer. I felt the soggy cardboard lift off of my head. I looked up and saw someone, someone with long hair with a single streak of dye in her hair. She was wearing all black, and if I didn't know better, I'd say she had daggers on her belt. She held out her hand for me to stand up. I instinctually flinched away from her. She looked down at me with a weird expression on her face. Looking back, it was probably disgust. I held my shaking hand out to her, she gripped my hand tightly and pulled me to my feet.

The rest was quite a blur. She helped me inside of a nearby building and sat me down on a nice sofa. Gave me a change of clothes, all black. Neither of us ever spoke a word. I remember falling asleep on her couch, my short hair still dripping with water.

When I woke up, she was gone. All signs of her were gone, it was as if she was never there in the first place. I saw a card on the table that I don't remember being there last night. I reached for it, my arms popping as I did so. It looked like a business card, except everything was scratched out. I held it up the light, I could make out the words 'Camp' and 'Blood'. Without thinking, I shoved it in my pocket and went outside.

The sunlight blinded me momentarily. I walked around the city for a while, purposely getting lost. I never allowed myself to go farther than two blocks from my cardboard house. But that is gone, it's all gone. I have become delusional agian, I wandered into a random building last night, imagining a beautiful girl, to make myself feel better. I felt a sudden wave of hate towards myself.

This was not the first time this had happened. I have spent all 15 years of my life seeing 'monsters' everywhere. I concluded that I was delusional. I became introverted, I no longer talked to people. I even had an attempt on my own life. I'm honestly surprised that I survived in my little box without hurting myself.

I kept walking and walking and walking. I found a hill, with one pine tree on it. I saw a dragon curled around the tree, sleeping peacefully. It's starting up again. I climbed to the top of the hill, I turned back to the city of New York. I sat on the peak of the hill, studying the city. Thinking about my delusional mind and the girl I saw last night, I turned and looked at the dragon next to me.

I sighed and stood up. My legs had fallen asleep and I fell. Normally this would not only be embarrassing, it would be slightly painful. This was different, I fell all the way down the hill. By the time that I stopped sliding along the sharp rocks. I was bruised and battered all over. I opened my eyes only to find myself in the middle of a big group of people. I could feel my anxiety building up by the second.

But they weren't paying attention to me, they were to busy fighting. I was paralyzed in fear, I was introverted in school. I couldn't even speak to someone without getting nervous, you can imagine how I felt in this situation. One of the soldiers wearing an orange shirt pointed their sword at me. I started backing away, I didn't know what to do. She grabbed my shoulder and pulled me to the side.

    She pulled me into a house and sat me down forcefully into a love seat against one wall.

"Stay here," she said.

    She went outside again in a rush. I stayed on the couch in shock. I lay across the love seat, trying to convince myself it was just my weird, messed-up brain. I ended up falling asleep in a deep, dreamless sleep.