Empathy- The Diaries of Olympus #1

Three; Rainfall

Three; Rainfall

Drip. Drop.

Drip. Drop.

I imagined the sound to be the teardrops leaking out of my eyes. But it couldn't feel a thing. My eyes were as dry as sand paper. I look up at the ceiling. It's white, a smooth perfect white. There were no cracks or crevices. Unlike my life.

I hear the sound again. Drip. Drop. It's beginning to agitate me. I need to find the source of the sound.

My feet are crossed under me. I'm sitting on the ground. It's carpeted but hard all the same. Sitting like this for too long hurts. Is it weird that I want it to hurt? Maybe the pain will bring me back to reality. Maybe the pain will make me feel something. I'm numb to pain. I'm numb to emotion. I'm numb to reality.

Drip. Drop. I need to make it stop. If I hear it again I'm sure to break something. I crawl. I drag my long legs across the black, carpeted floor heading towards the sound. It's near the window. I stand up slowly, an unpleasant ache feeling its way through my body. Just like my heart.

I open the window. The pane is white and the glass is clear. So many things right now are not clear. I opened the window, pushing the moveable glass upwards. I stick my head out. It's raining. On Olympus it never rains. It's always sunny, it's always gold and shining. I'm happy it's raining. Rain is the appropriate weather right now.

I close the window. My hair is wet and is plastered to my forehead. My eyes has lost their light. I feel like I'm fading, but I know that's not happening. I wish it were.

I go back to sit on my floor again, exactly where I was before. I stare straight ahead. My eyes begin to hurt and water because I refuse to close them. I don't want to close them. I don't need to close them.

Mother didn't need to be taken. Grandfather didn't have to die. Amphirhimiridite didn't have to be so beautiful. I didn't need have her. I didn't have to kill father.

I can't help it when my eyes close. I see nothing except blackness. I welcome it. It's my only escape. The sad thing is I know that I'll have to open my eyes. But I don't want to.

I can see him. I can see his hair. His hair is just like mine. It's black and it's short and it's messy. His eyes are unlike mine though. His eyes are grey, they are infinite time. He is much taller than I'll ever be. He's six foot nine, a giant among titans. His name is Kronos. He is The Lord of time. He is also my father.

There were quite a match. A five foot five small beauty of a woman eternally paired with a six foot nine beast of a man. He didn't deserve her. And he knew it too.

He never tried. He never tried to be a good father. He never tried to be a good husband. Yet mother still loved him. Although, I couldn't say the same about myself.

There was one reason. One reason that I didn't hate him at that time. Because mother loved him. I figured that anyone hat mother loved deserved it. How wrong I was.

We were only thirteen when it happened. He didn't want his rule to end. He couldn't have his rule end. He knew that we, his sons, would take over his empire. That soon our time would come to rule.

He never loved us. Not even for a moment. I thought I loved him. But in reality I didn't.

Everything he had ever said to me was a lie. It was twisted and banished, banged and a hammered. I should have never believed him.

On my thirteenth birthday he tried to kill me. He tried to kill us-

-My door opens. I hear it, I sense it even though my eyes are closed. I know who it is.

"Go away Hades," my voice is low and brittle. It signals danger. It's a warning. It says; go now. I don't want to hurt you.

"It's not Hades," a sugary sweet voice, like dripping honey replies.

My eyes open. She leans against my doorway, curvy thin body perfect as always. Her eyes are filled with worry. I see that emotion in too many peoples eyes. Her hair seems almost curly, rolling down to her waist in sinful waves reminding of the ocean. I look in her eyes and I freeze. I can't move.

It's not that I can't move because I'm numb. I can't move because she looking at me. Her eyes are running over my features, up and down, taking me all in. I take her in once again. I can't help it anymore. When her eyes settle once again of my face a light blush covers her cheeks. I almost smile. Amphirhimridite.

"Hi," her voice is quiet.

I can't think straight. My mind is made up of jumbled thoughts. I don't know where mother is. I don't know where to find her. I know that there are search parties looking for her as I sit here. I know that they won't find her. I want to search for her. But I can't. I have a kingdom to look after in her absence. Besides, I wouldn't even know where to start.

Grandfather is dead. He's left us all alone. I miss him already. Everything about him has faded away.

I don't know what to say to Amphirhimridite. I don't know how to say it. So I say the simplest thing that comes to mind, the thing that at the moment, doesn't matter at all,"It's raining."

I almost slap myself at the sheer stupidity of it. That's all I could come up with?

Amphirhimridite doesn't seem to find it stupid. For her its funny. A wonderful halxf grin covers her face lighting up my dry mood quite a bit. I don't let it show.

She comes inside my room, past the line that separates my room from the rest of palace. She sits next to me, so close that I can almost feel her breath on my neck. She's wearing faded blue jean shorts and a white t shirt with purple writing a rooms the front reading; GODDESS GOING FOR THE GOLD. I can't stop staring at her exposed legs. I hope she doesn't notice. I don't want her to think that I'm some creepy dude.

When she feels my gaze on her she looks at me,"What happened?"

My mouth begins to move," A lot of things."

She raises an eyebrow, a ghost of a smile on her lips,"Like?"

I sigh, leaning backwards slightly and tell her the truth,"I'd rather not speak of it."

She nods. I expect her to leave. But she doesn't. Instead she just sits there waiting.

I can't take the silence anymore. I spill," first my mother was taken by death and now my Grandfathers dead."

I hear her swallow. I look back at her and watch her lips move,"Did he fade?"

I nod.

"Do you have any idea where she might be?"

I shake my head,"Aren't you going to tell me it's going to be okay?"

"I wouldn't lie to you." She stares at me for a long time. I'm the first to look away.

"I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"For ditching you at the gathering. It's just...a lot of things happened."

"I know that now."

The silence that follows is comfortable.

I grab her waist and she is surprised,"what-"

She breaks off as I pull her into a warm embrace. She doesn't pull away. Instead she relaxes into the very much needed hug. We sit there, on the ground for some time just basking in each others warmth.