The Half blood diaries

Chapter 1

"I've never met a strong person with an easy past." - Atticus

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I couldn't see anything , The air was crisp and cold, darkness ruled here, it devoured everything, I could only see what it allowed me too the faint shadows of trees looming overhead gave me chills the eerie silence was only broken by the whispers of the wind as it creeped through the trees.

I step forwards into the black, the muffled sound of my steps, blindly I try to navigate through the trees.

I hear whispers, I can't make out what the are saying, I inch closer to what? I don't know. I stumble through the darkness the whispers are louder, clearer I can here it now, a chill washes over my body I am terrified, I want to scream but no sound comes, I want to run but I am frozen in fear. This time when the wind slashes through the trees it is more violent as it cries out "Freya".

My eyes snap open, my breathing staggered , seconds pass and I remind my self of where I am. I'm not in the creepy forest I'm in my room The time reads 1:48. Lying back down I close my eyes and try to drift of back to sleep.

The morning sun streamed into my bedroom waking me up, crawling out of my covers I hoped into the shower.

I looked through my wardrobe and through some clothes on, checked the time. I walked for my room into my moms room.

"Morning mom!" I spoke kissing her on the forehead, I opened their curtains and light flooded her room.

"Good morning Freya" my mom whispered.

My mom was an amazing artist and our house has painting lying around some are mine some are moms, our flat is very colourful, Mum jokes says that what happens when you have two creative people in a small space.

Last summer she fell ill suddenly, ever since I have looked after her some days are better than others. On a good day she will paint and sell them to make money. I have a part time job at a small café we managed to get by.

Somehow my mom always seems happy although I think she just acts that way for me sometimes.

"I feel good today, I think I'm going to finish that painting today" she beamed.

"Good, I am making pancakes do you want some?" I asked.

"Yes please" mom sits up in bed, she looks weak she is skinny and pale like a ghost.

After we have breakfast it time for me to get to school. I hate school I have dyslexia and ADHD   Which always made school hard not to mention I'm not very smart, my favourite subjects are art and English. In school I'm the outcast I have always been antisocial I just never feel like I can relate to anyone not to mention i have social anxiety.

Just get through today Freya like every other day.

"Have fun at school today" my mom waves as I leave the house. It's a 20 minute walk from my apartment to school.

Yeah I'm sure hell will be tons of fun.

I mentally roll my eyes, I put my earphones in and walk to school.

"Freya"

I freeze, that was the same voice that was in my nightmare.

Your just imagining it, I'm sure is total normal to hear creepy things whispering your name.

I shake it off and carry on walking. Recently I have been having nightmares and seeing things  like the other day when I was walking home I though I saw some sort or strange creature.