Silenced (Demigod Story)

No One Knows

I wasn’t sure where I would go, so I went to the Demeter cabin.  When I opened the door, I remembered what Dionysus said just about an hour ago and hesitated before I went in.  I scanned the room before I entered completely and everyone was simply working on their plans of what grapes would be the best to use.  It was easy to get past them; no one even glanced at me.  When I got up the stairs, I plopped on my bed and took my poetry book.

“Hey sis,” Dylan said as he sat next to me.  “What are you working on?”

I smiled, glad that there was someone there that could call me “sis” and be correct.  “Just some poetry, nothing to hide,” I shrugged.

“Can I read it?” Dylan questioned.  He reminded me of all the people at school would ask when I was writing in a journal about my quiet life.  Whenever they asked, I of course could never answer.  So they would say “I take that as a yes,” and I would spend the rest of my day chasing them.

“You would be bored before you even got to the second poem.  If you think it is boring to read, try writing some!” I informed him.  The good thing about when people would steal my stuff that I write is that they never read all of it before they fell asleep because it was so boring.

Dylan laughed and watched me as I started the poem.

Day Ten

Should I thank you

or hate you even more?

Could you have opened

or have closed another door?

Thanks to you there is

more blood to pour.

If you dare hurt him

you’re gonna hear me roar.

“A little harsh isn’t it?” Dylan asked, gesturing to my poem.

“What part?” I asked innocently, shutting the book.

“The part with blood.  Who is that poem even too?” he asked while he stood up.

“Do you seriously not know?” I wondered, putting my book in my bag.  I wasn’t sure if you had to be the child of Apollo to actually know what I meant, but I think that he didn’t care enough to try to understand.

“So you can speak tomorrow?” Dylan questioned casually, running his fingers through his hair.

I turned to him, “What do you mean?”

“Nothing,” Dylan covered up.

I didn’t want to attract attention to the subject so I let it go.  “Has anyone figured out that we were siblings?” I whispered.

Dylan seemed confused by my question.  “They already think that we are siblings, but they think that we have a different mother,” he mumbled lowly.  “What do you even mean?”

“Didn’t Dionysus blow my cover?” I was starting to confuse myself.

“No, you freaked out when he came by.  Then you just left.  He didn’t even notice you,” Dylan answered.

“But,” I started.  Then it made some sense.  I did see illusions before, that was just another one of them.  My lungs filled with air as my head hit my pillow.  “No one knows,” I whispered happily.  “No one knows.”