The Goddess's Hero

Heartbreak

Jacqui's POV

My tear stained face was currently stuffed into my lavender sheets. A knock sounded at my door, but I refused to answer. I knew who it was and I knew what they wanted. The door hinges creaked as they opened. 

"It's time to get some oil for those hinges, my dear." Deidra commented as she had for the past two months. She rolled in a tray of food. Food made me sick. My appetite had left my body a long time ago. "Today, we have buttermilk pancakes with bananas and strawberries along with a cantaloupe and honeydew salad with an orange juice to take away that thirst." Thirst? When was the last time I felt that? Deidra came across my line of vision and waved a hand in front of my face. I didn't even blink. My senses were numb. Everything was useless. Gratefully, she left me alone. She had other duties to attend to. 

My waking moments meant nothing. My sleeping moments held nightmares. It'd been so long, I couldn't decipher if it was day or night. I stared at my wall. It was bare. Why couldn't I be bare like that? Why did I have to spend day after day, night after night, agonizing over a simple truth? 

He didn't trust us. 

I knew that already. I knew that from the moment Jasper dueled him. It was so obvious the way he doubted us. The way his aura darkened. The way his eyes glared in any of our direction. He didn't trust us. He didn't trust me. Could I blame him? I attacked him in broad daylight for apparently no reason. Well, at least he didn't like the reason. I had thought that because he trained with Nikolai that he had at least some faith in us. 

I was wrong. 

He was forced to train with Nik. He was forced to choose this path. His life was taken the moment he walked into my Temple. 

And it was all my fault. 

I should have never spoken with him. I should have never looked at him. I should have never hoped with him. I put him on this path. The path he never chose. It was all my fault. It was all my fault. Tears had formed within my eyes again and the ache in my throat became to much to bear. I let it out. 

Why did I hurt? How could this simple truth physically harm me? My stomach ached and the food I smelled made me want to vomit. I smashed the tray away and it banged into the wall. The contents fell to the floor. 

Just like he did. 

The memory replayed in my head again. Bal punched right through his soul. The soul who found it's way back on it's own. The soul that I believed in. The soul that I trusted in. 

I felt his soul as he let it out. It was shaking. It was cold. It was afraid. It had no foundation. I tried to touch it and it backed away from me, completely repulsed. He hated me. He hated us all. He had no faith and his soul was weak. To weak to become a demigod. I wanted to strengthen it that was all. I wanted to bear some of his burden. But he didn't want me. 

He didn't want me. 

My heart clenched painfully again. I screamed while clutching my head. What was happening to me? Why did my heart hurt? I grabbed my already tear stained pillow and held it as tight as I could. No one bothered me. I fell asleep alone and confused. 

A gentle shaking woke me from the memory of Skye's soulless body. My vision was blurred and a massive headache dominated my cranium. Deidra usually knocked. Who was this? My vision cleared slowly as a form of pure white light sat itself onto my bed. 

"Josephine?" I could hardly fathom the personage before me. I hadn't seen her like this since the Dawn of Time. Her pure form hugged me gently. "What happened to you? Are you okay?" I regretted sitting up as fast as I did as a wave of nausea hit me. I swallowed it down.