the ringing wouldn't stop.
it just wouldn't stop.
the blood poured out of my ears, my arms drowning in the thick and dark red liquid and every bone inside of my body was cracking slowly and as loud as a firework on the fourth of july. slowly, she began to push my neck against the ceramic bathtub, i could feel my lungs collapsing and everything became blurry as she turned the metal knob of the tub, the clear water pouring in, drenching my body, sneaking in to every single crevice of my clothing, her hand still tight around my neck, pushing me down. the water began to consume me and i stopped fighting, i could tell it was over and i would never win. my best friend was gone. i could hear both of them laughing. her big brown eyes looking down at me with happiness in her eyes as kal was standing there smirking while adriana continued to laugh. she was going to kill me. i closed my eyes tightly and stopped fighting against her hold. everything faded and the ringing increased. that's when i opened my eyes and i was staring at the ceiling of cabin nineteen. my alarm was still blaring, so that's when i pressed the snooze button, but i couldn't snooze the panic attack. snapping my head up, i began to breathe heavily and i could not stop shaking, thoughts raced through my head and i couldn't control it. the voice whispering in my ear. "she hates you. she's gone, that's why she left. that's why they left" i clutched my head and moved myself into a fetal position, rocking back and forth. that's when i felt someone's hand on me. the tears started up again, the saltiness hitting my tastebuds as i licked my lips. i couldn't stop chanting it. "they're gone. they're gone" the hand on my shoulder pried my arms off of myself and she pulled my head up.
"jenna, it's just a dream. it's just a dream"
i opened my eyes and turned my face towards her.
"erica?" my voice was shaky, everything that was blurry was coming back into view. erica was my half sister and only roommate. her dark brown hair had been messily pulled up into a bun, so many fly aways sticking out, her body leaning against our wall.
"sorry, erica. it was a nightmare. i'm dreaming about them again. did i wake you? you don't have to wake for another hour"
the counselors had to wake up an hour before the other campers, so that we could be up and ready when they woke up. i'm jenna hathaway. a seventeen year old with dyslexia. not to mention, a daughter of tyche, the goddess of luck. i would usually be your average teenage girl, except for the fact that my mother is a goddess, i grew up at a summer camp, and that i have the ability to manipulate my aim and i'm amazing at gambling. i came to camp half blood as a ten year old. my father tolerated me until i started winning contests and raffles all the time and when he started getting calls about my underage gambling. my dad, who i now just call greg, shipped me off to camp. he married this yoga instructor who was half his age and had a perfect little athlete boy and a pretty little girly girl. he now lives in san jose, california with his picture perfect family. i was basically raised by the other campers and chiron. and that little nightmare i had earlier is not something new. two of my best friends, kal and adriana left camp. they left to become traitors and serve kronos. that was about a month ago and i'm still really messed up about it. sometimes i find their faces in strange places and i don't know what to do and sometimes it's nightmares. i keep trying to forget, but i cannot. we were inseparable, we were a team. they were the ones that were there for me when i first got to camp and when i was the only one in my cabin, they were there before i got claimed. and now they were gone. both of them keep sending letters to camp under my dad's name addressed to me and they are full of paragraphs of them trying to convince me to become a traitor. and honestly, they've made a pretty big crack, but camp is my home. i don't know if i can say goodbye to that. whenever i see them at attacks, i freeze. when i finally unfreeze all i can say is that they have to come back and sometimes i see a sliver of themselves back in their eye, but just as fast as it came, it goes. erica just nodded at me and started getting ready and that's when i heard a knock on the cabin door.
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cursed by luck
Fanfictionsome people grow up in poverty, others grow up spoiled and ungrateful, and others who are like me grow up at a summer camp for dysfunctional teenagers with godly parents. welcome to the life of jenna hathaway. a dyslexic and teenage ball of angst wh...