Guys this one has some depression in it, please don't read if u can't,
Iris POV
Later that, I sat on my bed in my cabin. Celia and Italy helped take off my make-up. I had changed into a navy blue button up with a white ting-top with green shorts (picture above)
I quietly listened to music. My black head phones blocked out any sound possible. My favorite song started playing..
They say "stay in your lane. boy, lane boy"
But we go where we want to
They think this is a high way, highway
But will they be alive tomorrow?I quietly hummed along to the song.
I'm sorry if that question I asked last
Scared a bit like a hazmat, in a gas mask
If you ask zack.
He's my brother he likes when I rap fast
But let's back track
Back to thisI smiled.
All these song I'm hearing are so heartless
Don't trust a perfect person and don't trust a
song that's flawlessThey say "stay in your lane. boy, lane boy"
But we go where we want to
They think this is a high way, highway
But will they be alive tomorrow?
They say "stay in your lane. boy, lane boy"
But we go where we want to
They think this is a high way, highway
But will they be alive tomorrow?I sighed, the song ended.
To be honest I felt really lost. I mean I left my foster parents, I was now at an in an amazing camp with so many people, I just felt like I didn't belong.
I felt a ping, in my skin the razor.... don't do it. You can do it. No. Don't even-
It was to late, I had already started reaching for it. My heart sobbed. It begged me not too. I ignored it.
I felt the handle and pulled it towards me. I watched the blades shine, gleam. It was so tempting. All I had to do was press and pull. It felt as though my insides were picking sides, so far most said yes.
I pressed down, small tears fell down my cheek. I took a deep breath and pulled.
Blood spilled down my wrist, the pain made my thoughts run cold, my mind only focusing on the pain. But as soon as it started it ended. I pressed down again, more blood but this time less painful.
I stopped. I should probably get some, bandages from the infirmary... I slowly got out of bed, being careful not to wake Tyson, Annabeth and Percy.
I quietly closed the cabin door, praying not to wake them.
I was okay first, but then I ran into a monster. "I see, the newbie doesn't know the curfew!" It cackled.
"I-I really didn't, I just need to get to the-" the creature lunged at me. I dodged, remembering when I had dodged one of my dads punch once.
Adrenaline pumped threw my veins. Oh shit. I started running.
"GET BACK HERE!" The creature bellowed. I started sprinting.
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