The Secrets of Death

chapter ten - Um....what?

A/N yep so not edited sorry :( schools been on my front door lately and I wanted to get this chapter over and done with. so far I don't think I've had any filler chapters, I think I need one so, to much action. anyway, enjoy my lovely's

Kyra :) 

Chapter 10

Tomorra POV

Being insane is merrily a trick of the brain.  Everyone is insane and some more than others just chose to ignore it. Ignore that nagging feeling or voice in your head.  Or maybe they chose to blame it on other things like ‘I was drunk’ or ‘it was just a trick of the lighting’.  I’ve seen this, and right know I’m seeing it again.

“Tomorra please, you need to listen to me!”

I didn’t want to hear any more of this. In books and movies the characters seem to handle this shit so much easier, and I tried to be like them, but guess what? It’s fucking impossible! Those characters are written like that; relaxed and chilled, and apparently bloody ready to handle anything.  What a load of shit! I was confused, frustrated, and well, about ready to rip someone’s head off.  And Zeus had the bloody hide to ask what it was that was bothering me. Well let’s see.  I watched my dad be shot, I went through bitting after bitting from my mother, I killed someone, and I was put into a mental asylum. Not only that, but when I thought I was gonna die I was taken to the underworld (by the way, how is that possible? How is any of this possible?)  And according to umm……..what’s her face I died in the god dam process. Oh but wait there’s more; I was taken to a terrify place called the dungeon of the dammed and had to relive this fricking events only to wake up in a bed made of cloud’s. That’s right clouds, and had a very unpleasant welcoming by Athena. Who I thought would have been a nice pleasant women but oh no, she’s a fucking witch! But guess what? That wasn’t even the worst part of my day. I saw my body. I saw that – thing I used to live in. and it ripped me apart. I can’t believe what I had become, and I don’t ever want to be like that again. I want to be strong; I want to be someone people fear when they get court staring at me, I don’t want to see them pointing and laughing at me. And that’s why I was choosing not to listen to Zeus.

“Oh and why the hell would I do that?” I screamed over my shoulder as I stalk away from him.  Tears stung my eyes threatening to bail from my body but I wasn’t about to let my ‘family’ see them. I heard the pounding of feet on the ground behind me as he tried to catch up. I walked faster until I was sprinting away. I had no idea where I was going all I knew was that I couldn’t take anymore. My head felt like an explosion had gone off and my lungs begun squizzing together from the lack of oxygen, but I pushed forward. I have no idea where I’m going but I follow the path as fast as I can. Up a head I see an opening from in between the trees. I push hard putting power behind my stride until I’m off running through a field.

These people are insane. W-what Zeus said would only have come from a mouth of someone who is insane.

I’m to be a replacement.

A replacement to one of the fates.  

The women Samuel works for.  The thought of Samuel nearly broke me. My best friend was at the hands of his insufferable father Hades and I can’t do anything about it. After Zeus told me about what Samuel had done when I was six I was amazed. He’d disobeyed the fates to save my life, but he also screwed with their plans. I was meant to live a short human life so that I would know the emotions mortals feel.  There were others to, two to be exact. Two other girls already in training After dyeing I would have gone into training as well; learning how to be a fate, Zeus explained that they wanted me so young because the found children learnt quicker and were easier to teach.  Samuel was trying to protect me the only way he knew how but in the end, it only made my life miserable, but that wasn’t the most shocking. My twin, I felt broken without her; she was my other half, and I thought she was gone. Turns out that she was my immortal half. The part of me destined to live forever and become some mythical creature. That’s why after I dodged my meant-to-be-death at six I started hearing her. She wasn’t my subconscious or a figment of my imagination, she was really. And know we’re one. Together once more, just like before, only know I feel like I’m missing something even though I should be feeling whole again.  I was nearly half way across the field when I ran into a solid brick and fell hard on my ass.  I grabbed my head that is now hurting more than it already was. I looked up an inch to see legs before me, that bustard!