Silenced (Demigod Story)

We Are Never Getting Back Together

I woke up in a tree, screaming without any sound.  I tried to get up, but vines held me down.  I started freaking out until I realized that I made the vines do that.  The vines unwrapped themselves as I laughed like the mute I am.  At least I don’t have to worry about randomly bursting into songs, no one can hear me so that is nice. I thought to myself, looking on the bright side of things.  I climbed down the tree swiftly.

Since I’m going to be stuck here a while, I took out the herbal healing remedy book so see if I could learn anything new and useful.  I looked in the vine section.  I skimmed through the pages until I came across the ferrum.  It was said to be the strongest vine, but extremely difficult to grow.  I decided to try to grow one.  The more I know about the plant, the easier it is to make it grow.

I worked on making the vine come from the ground.  I squinted my eyes, imagining the grey and thick vine come from the ground.  The vine was so unnatural that I had a hard time making it grow.  The plant cells that made it up were thick and tightly packed together and difficult to imagine.  The effort wore out my mind and I opened my eyes to see that the ferrum vine had only wrapped halfway around a trunk of an average sized tree.

‘Oh come on!’ I mouthed.  I walked over to the tree and felt the vine.  It was cold and felt tough like how a fat rattlesnake felt.  I shivered at the thought of the idea of touching a snake.  I need to spend less time with Apricot; I can’t become any more girly than this. I thought to myself.

A head ache came to me, the kind after you take a test about a subject that bores you.  I fell to the ground, glad that I wasn’t to girly that I can’t handle getting dirt in my hair.  My headache got the best of me and I let it take me to dreamland, or probably the cave of death again.

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“Lorry?” someone said from above me.

‘Zeus?’ I mouthed.  ‘Am I dead yet?’ I wondered, hoping that I was.

“Lorry, oh my gods.  I thought you were dead!” I looked up to see Dan looking over me.

I smiled, but then remembered the illusions that I have seen.  I slapped him, but I didn’t mean to do it hard.  I only meant to slap him hard enough to hear the satisfying smack that I would hear only if it was not an illusion.  He passed the test and my smile came back.

“I am so sorry, I was such a jerk,” he apologized.  I shook my head, telling him that he was not that much of a jerk.  “I know I was awful.  I shouldn’t have run away, defiantly after you forgave me for being a complete jerk while I was with Chloe.”

I smiled, glad that he realized all of that.  He leaned in to kiss me but I pushed him away.  “What is it?” he asked, confused by my denial.  I didn’t answer, unable to speak.  “You forgot to write a poem yesterday, didn’t you?” he asked.

I rolled my eyes, about time he realized.  “How can you forget that?” he wondered.  I wrote in the dirt:

I was about to write a poem when my friends needed saving.  So I saved them and forgot that I needed to write a poem.

He nodded, seeming to understand.  “Where are they?”

Camp, I wrote.

“You went to camp?  How did they treat you?” he asked.

They treated me normally.

“How?  They would never do that!”

They think that I am the daughter of Demeter. I evilly smiled, remembering when we used to believe that lie.

He smiled, glad that I was not rejected anymore then I already have.  “But, why are you not at camp?”

I tapped my vocal box.  They don’t know. I wrote in the sand, rubbing out the other messages so I had more room.

“Oh, did you tell them anything?” Dan asked, seeing through my mask.

Only Chiron, I wrote.

“Okay, let’s go to camp,” he said, reaching for my hand.

I pulled my hand away.

“Are you playing hard-to-get or something?” he asked.

I already have a boyfriend.

Dan seemed hurt.  He stared at me and I looked down.

“While I was out there, risking my life to save you, you decided that you would get someone else?” he made a really good point.

I didn’t want to argue.  Actually, I can’t argue because I have no voice to argue with.  I got up and ran away from him, leaving him in the dust.