Demi-Goddess (Percy Jackson Fanfiction)

My Sister Gets Me Takeout

Clare

Clare had tried everything. She tried to break the cycle of her past, but to no use.

It started with young Clare barricading her front door with chairs and desks. As she carried them frantically to block her father from going inside, they felt heavier and dragging on her little body.

That didn't stop her father, though. He simply continued to find a way inside the house.
Through the windows.
Through the back door.

Clare's memory ended the same way, every time.
A painful blast to the face at the hands of her father, followed by darkness. And then it would begin again as Clare woke in the same dinner table chair, her small hands playing with her fork.

I can't be here forever.
How long has it been?
I'm slowly losing my mind.

She began keeping track of how many times she's relived her memory. The same moment on replay began to drive her to insanity.

Clare felt her anxiety kick in, as she gradually became more anxious in her chair, waiting for her father to arrive home.

It's been days...it's been weeks...

She lost her track of time, as the sun never moved from its setting position in the sky.

There's no escape.

Clare, after the inevitable memory replaying for so long, had given up.
She never moved from her seat, and just let her drunken old father handle the reins.

Her cries for help had stopped, as she knew they had gone unheard.

No one is listening...
No one is coming to help me...

She sat silently at the dinner table, tears welled up in her eyes. She carried her small head in her palms, and finally stopped resisting.

But nothing changed. It just happened over and over and over again.

Where are you, Terra?
Nathan?

Then, Clare sat up.

If I was sent here...there has to be a way to get out.

Clare glanced around the room. The kitchen was the same as what she remembered. She spent so much of her before-demigod life there, she knew where everything was like back of her palm.

If this isn't real...it must be based off of my memory.

Clare finally figured it out.

What's something I don't remember?

She quickly shot up out of the seat she kept re-spawning in, and scrambled up dark wooden stairs in her living room. The stairs creaked violently, something Clare remembered since she had always loved to run up them on all-fours when she was younger.

She reached the top of the steps, and to the right was the door to her old bedroom.

She had already tried escaping her memory from her bedroom, but all the windows were locked and unbreakable.

Clare continued walking upstairs as she heard her father bust through the front door again.
She eyed the doorknob to her fathers room.
The one room she was never allowed to see.

She slowly approached his door.
"Clare! Get down here, now!" Her father barked.

No. Never again.

Clare reached up to grab the doorknob, and the stairs violently creaked.
"Where are you?" Her father shouted, making his way upstairs.

Her heart pounded as she opened her father's bedroom, spun around, and quickly shut the door on her father's face. She closed her eyes, knowing his strength would overpower hers.