It was a normal day. I was sitting in my cabin, starting to fake sleep. Listen, having nightly nightmares aren't the best, so I try not to sleep. It's rather easy to stay up, but once you have to pretend it's hard to stay awake.
My mom was there. My dad was there. Even my brother was there. They all looked younger--Like 5 years younger than I remember them last. It was just me, my dad, my mom, and my brother. All is well. And then my mom got up. I saw a small, grabby, dirty hand reach out towards her. I guess it was my own, because my brother was just crying next to me. "I'm going to the store, " My mother announced, disintegrating as she walked out the door. I look towards my dad, who began coughing and choking. He started disintegrating too, like it was Infinity War all over again. Once he was gone, my older brother walked in from the hallway, intoxicated. Blood replaced the alcohol leaking from his mouth, a gunshot wound appearing in between his shoulder blades. I looked to my other brother for guidance. He was wavering in and out of reality like a wave. He left. I was alone. I started to fade too--Like my mother had.
I woke up with a start, sitting up on my bed. I hit my head on the bunk above me. I cried, though I don't know if it was from pain coming from my forehead or from the nightmare I had. I cried and cried until I had apparently woken up the person above me.
Brookes hopped down from the bed he had bribed off of my actual bunkmate. He was unclaimed, and he was supposed to sleep on the floor, but I suppose not anymore. He opened his mouth to, I assume, complain. He just had that look on his face. "Don't even try it, Brookes, " I murmur. He couldn't see me, but I guess he had just realised that I was crying. He quickly scooped me up into a hug, not having anything to say. That sure did make me happy.
"What happened? " He asked. Nevermind--Guess he had something to say after all. "Do you ever shut up? " I breathed out. Despite my absolutely beautiful remark, I forgot actions speak louder than words. I had my head on his shoulder and my arms had responded to his by wrapping themselves around him without even consulting me. If you ask me, that was kind of rude of them.
"Do you want me to? " Well dang guess he figured me out. He had this snarky tone to his voice, as if he knew exactly what I was thinking. I didn't respond to that, just letting that be his answer. He didn't seem to mind. He talked to me, waited for some sort of response, and then didn't talk and waited for a response. He felt me shake when he didn't and also felt me calm when he did, so he chose the latter option.
He started talking about both plants and animals like some Demeter kid. Coming to that conclusion, I rested nicely in the seemingly docile arms of a totally unable to hurt me Demeter child. Apparently the gods hate me because only then did Poseidon claim his child.
I look up to see what that light was. There was a floating trident above Brookes' head. I quickly scrambled away. He didn't understand, thinking I was overreacting over probably Iris or something. Brookes looked up, gasping a little.
Waking up a counselor, I kept my eye on Brookes. I never really liked Poseidon after one of his tantrums killed my brother. They got Dionysus and Brookes was escorted to the Poseidon cabin.
That was a fun night, huh?
Just you wait.
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