Silenced (Demigod Story)

Nothing At All

It took the whole bar of soap to get all the dirt off.  I was slightly embarrassed when I snapped back into reality while focusing on getting the dirt off and found myself singing “Timber.”  Let’s just say that I am a really bad rapper and I was doing pretty awful.

Don’t get me started on how long it took to actually be about to run my fingers through my hair without getting dirt stuck in my nails.  Like seriously, I used a few bottles of hotel shampoo until I reached my goal.

I used the ridiculously thin towel to dry myself and then wrapped it around my hair.  Unlike most people that wrap their hair in a towel to dry their hair, I wrap my hair up just so it doesn’t get my pillow and clothes wet.  I got into my pjs which includes a large Gator Dockside T-shirt (Gator Dock-side is a restaurant), and sweat pants.

I walked out of the room, unprepared for what I was about to see next.

“What is this?” Olive asked.  I looked at her hands to see that they were on my poetry book.

I took a deep breath, trying to stay calm.  “That would be a book that I am holding for a friend,” I lied.

“Then why is your name in the front?” Olive wondered, pointing at the inside cover.

“Because she just happens to have the exact same name,” I shrugged, reaching for the book.

Olive held the book back, “Seriously? Could you not lie to me?”

I smirked, remembering how I made the deal with Dylan to be honest.  “Okay, I will just not tell you my secrets and you can keep your secrets.  Otherwise, you have to tell me about you,” I bargained.

“Fine,” she muttered as she handed the book over.  “Why do you smell like cheap shampoo?” Olive wondered.

“You are soon to find out, go take a shower,” I commanded.

She rolled her eyes as she made her way over to the bathroom.  As soon as I heard the shower I heard the “Did you plan to leave any shampoo for me?” that I was expecting.

“Not really,” I shouted to her.  Yes, I just took a girl away from her sister and used the rest of the shampoo.  She is probably not going to let me live through the night if she is anything like her sister.  My eyes widened, remembering the thing that I so desperately needed to do.

Day 11

When I look at myself,

All I see is change.

Talking?  Laughing?

Not being strange?

I would like to stay this way,

but Gaea prefers to rearrange.

I put the cap on my pen and but it into the side pocket of my bag.  Then I put my book in my pillow so I wouldn’t have to worry about Olive possibly going through it again.  With feeling like at least the part of my life about my voice was taken care of, I laid on my back with my head on the pillow.

I hope you enjoyed your few moments of peace because you won’t be having any of those anymore, Gaea laughed.

“Oh come on!” I exclaimed, then covered my mouth when I heard the shower turning off.

“What is it?” Olive shouted from the shower.

“Nothing,” I quickly assured her.  “Nothing at all.”