Demigods in Forks

Chapter 7: From Houston to Forks

- TW: Implied suicidal actions, self-harm-

    Peter POV

       Today was going normal at first. It's been a few weeks since we defeated the horsemen. We all decided to stay in the house Nadia showed us, so we could be still be close, like a little family. 'We' being all the messengers, Amy, Michael, Nadia, and Alan. I'm especially close with Zahir and Koa, and even though Rose was a horseman, what she said when I was in jail was starting to come back to me. She said the messengers were a family, that they would be there for each other, not abandon them.

         I had originally started to believe what she said, but then again as I said to her, that's what they all say. I had no idea how right I was. Until today.

        The day had started off great. I had woken up and done my morning routine, and me being me, I was the first one awake. My depression often gives me insomnia because I'm up all night thinking about when the next person will leave me. I headed down the hallway into the kitchen to see that some of the messengers had gotten up while I was getting ready. I saw Erin making food, and Joshua starting up the coffee pot. I said a quiet 'good morning' that went ignored by everyone in the room. Koa and Zahir went out earlier for a little mission they had. They wouldn't tell anybody where they were going, but I assumed it was to go take someone out. And I don't mean on a date.

Amy was curled up in a blanket on the couch, Michael next to her, and they were watching cartoons. I smiled at the sight, and I saw Vera walking into the room with a face that said 'don't talk to me until I've had my coffee'. I let out a small laugh, and she glared at me. Me being me, I raised my hands up in mock surrender, but that only caused her scowl to enlarge. Wisely I backed off as Nadia and Raul came in. Nadia looked particularly grouchy, so I decided to avoid making any jokes around her today. That would only make her even more mad. All the messengers got into their respective little circles, after Vera got her coffee, and started chatting away.

That left me sitting on the chair alone watching everybody. I sighed a little and looked up at the ceiling. I wish Koa and Zahir were here right about now. Nadia looked over at me after she heard my sigh and snarked, "Stop being so depressing Peter, your making my mood even worse." I saw the others holding back snickers, and I'm not gonna lie, that one hurt a little. Usually I just brush off the remarks, and so do the others, but when they started laughing with her it made me sad. I feel tears coming up to my eyes, but before any can fall, I feel a small hand on my arm.

Looking down, I see Michael staring at me with a smile, his small hand clutching my arm. Michael had taken a liking to me, even said I was the big brother he never had. I saw the worry etched into his big blue eyes, and I smiled at him. I picked him up, and placed him on my lap, to which he wrapped his tiny arms around my waist and cuddled into my side. I ruffled his hair and gave him a small kiss on the forehead. He smiled widely, and quickly turned his attention back to the tv, not wanting to miss anything. Vera scoffed and looked on with jealousy. Michael didn't often cuddle with her because she was too busy working on things, like the meteor that the devil used to hitch a ride down to Earth.(I know god sent him down, but I just thought this was funnier)

She quickly strode over to us, and plucked Michael out of my lap, holding him in her arms. "Jealous much," I muttered, and she sent a glare my way. I got up and walked out of the room as they all returned to their original banter. I walked out the back door, and saw the pool that Joshua had installed after he bought the house. I sat down by the edge, and since I was so concentrated on the water, I didn't hear Nadia step out of the house. She walked up behind me, and whispered 'boo' in my ear before kicking me into the pool.

From under the water I could see her blurry form cackling, as I panicked trying to reach the surface. The others came out shortly after I fell in because I let out a small yelp that they quite obviously heard. When I hopped out of the pool trying to cough up the water I was choking on, I saw the others laughing along with Nadia. I ran inside the house to my room's bathroom, and placed myself in front of the toilet before coughing up some blood and bile.

My throat was burning, and I let out a small whimper before getting up to clean off my face. I changed out of my wet clothes, and flopped onto my bed, hoping I could just melt away into the world. I looked down at my arms, and saw the scars running along them. I had started cutting when we were looking for the first horseman. It was my only release after wondering for days if I was going to wake up, and this would all be some crazy dream. I'd wake up to the foster home, and have to face everything all over again.

I walked into the bathroom, and opened the medicine cabinet with shaky hands. I promised myself I wouldn't do this anymore, but it was so hard because at that moment I knew everything was gonna come crumbling down around me. I couldn't find any razors, so I quietly snuck down the hall, and into Joshua's room to steal one of his. After grabbing it, I quickly ran out of the room, and back to mine.

I looked in the mirror and saw dark bags under my eyes. I hadn't slept in days, and anybody could see that. I guess they just chose to ignore it. I picked the razor up from the sink, and placed on my wrist before adding pressure and slowly dragging down. I let out a small hiss, and felt a tear drop down onto the newly opened wound. I sat with my back to the closed door, and repeated the action multiple times while alternating arms. Now there was a river of red dragging down my arms, and my vision blurred slightly. No 'I cut too deep on the last one' I thought, my panic gradually increasing. I scrambled up off the floor, and grabbed a towel, not caring that it would stain, before trying to stop the blood flow.

After it died down I found some bandages, and proceeded to wrap them around the cuts. There was blood spattered on my clothes, so I hurried to change out of them. 'Great that's my second pair today,' I scolded myself. I threw them in the trash, not so secretly, hoping nobody would find them.

Nobody knew that I cut, and I wanted to keep it that way. Not even Zahir or Koa. I decided that the messengers probably didn't want me here, so I walked to the living room where everybody else was, then walked out the door. They came out after me shouting, "where are you going," and "Peter stop," but I just ignored them. Within a few hours I had ended up outside of town at a crossroad. I could either go into the forest, or walk along a dusty road that'll probably take me forever to get anywhere.

I quickly decided on the forest before heading off in that direction. Blood was starting to soak through my bandages, and I got the inkling that someone was watching me. I heard rustling in the woods, and felt something pierce my neck before everything went black.