Savior 🛡

9. bad influences bad

* ☡warning⚠
 there will be mentions of alcohol and drug abuse*

I don't know how long I was laying around crying.

But I remember waking up being numb again my heart beating not throbbing.  I showered and ate like a zombie, that don't mean I ate my neighbors brain it just mean I was just moving around aimlessly.

I forced myself to get out after calling Suzie telling her I am fine.
As I made it out of the depressing apartment the weather was warm and slightly breezy the sun about to set. I didn't take that as a hint to go back and sleep some more but I started wandering the city.

Till I made to a shady looking club hoping I will find and  kill a monster... But I had no such luck. I don't know how I go in being that I am not eighteen and they didn't check my id which is what I call bad club management inside all I saw was people dancing to loud music. The lights flashed so much that I thought that my name would be Blinker Jackson.

I started to get hypnotized by the synchronization of the people and music to the point where I was even nodding with the beat. Girl bearly wearing cloths acceptable for swimming pushed pass me walking to the dance floor.  The loud music made my heart lurch but it made stop thinking about outrageous gods with my friends death and maybe that I should be my age. I sit on the barstool looking at the dance floor. The guy beside me looked at me... And I looked at him.

He had long blonde hair which had some red and purple streaks dyed on it, his cloths screamed rockstar goth. Silver necklaces on his neck over the black and white bandana which is tied on his neck,  a worn leather jacket with the name ' Mars Crash 'written on the sleeve and skin tight black ripped pants with dark military boots. I look at what I decided to wear jeans, a black long sleeved tee and blue sneakers.

" you New?" He questions with slight disinterest.

" yes..." I say unsure if he would have me thrown out.

" good..." He nods downing a drink in a small glass. " Stan " he called looking at the bartender who is flirting to some woman who were cackling like hyenas.

Stan looks up and excuses himself before walking to us. " what do you want?" He says in a deep gruff voice.

" two beers and four shots." The stranger says as the bartender nods moving along the counter. " Travis..." The stranger says as holding out his hand

" Percy " I say shaking his firmly.

" well Percy... I am what you call a bad influence.  But I call myself a person who likes to be awesome. " he says seriously.

I laugh lightly.  Stan gives him his beer and four small glasses then pours a dark brown drink in each glass.

I couldn't help But climb my high horse and say ' suicide in a glass ' hold my head high. But I wanted to try it... strange right? A hero falling for mortal pleasures.I know why smelly Gabe was so addicted to this stuff.

Travis pushed the two small drinks to me. " try 'em." He says and instructed me how to drink it.

I hesitated... oh well even if I die. I have done all I could to live. I gulped it down it was like swallowing fire... I coughed Travis rubbed my back murmuring something like ' welcome to manhood. ' but I could have misheard.

That's when me and Travis met and well drunk away to next week.  It became our regular thing we drink not talk about anything just drink.

Then one day he took me to A house party for one of his bandmates and yes he has a band guess the name...
If you thought Mars Crash then you are right.

In this party... let's just say bad influences lurk.
 Girls in skimpy cloths, weed , alcohol and cocaine.

To pull a long story short. I sampled everything... even the girls * disgusting wink * being that I am demigod means I needed double the dose of what the others tried should I tell you about the twin girls ... Nah let me spare you the imagery.

I started frequenting clubs and tattoo parlors.  Loving the momentary pain I felt... because I wanted to feel something other than nothing.  Liking the freedom of not being the hero... The freedom of making mistakes I can live with.

The weeks pulled closer to the opening of a new school year... And Suzie had told me to try my best.

Now that I am not a hero... I have to be a mortal.

But for now I am too drugged out to even care if something tragic happens.

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Hey it's me rave...
I wanted to say now that I always think of Andy Black as Badboy Percy.
So this is my release of badboy Percy