The Five Demigods

Eight

"Mom?" Mitch said when he entered the hospital room.

She looked at him like he was a demon and jumped back when he tried to touch her.

Mitch may not like his mother very much, but she was still his mother.

"At least tell me what happened."  He begged.

"Stay away from me." She hissed. "Just like your father: ruining everything I have."

Ouch. That hurt.

He sniffled. "Im so sorry."

"Just leave."

"Mom-"

"Leave!" She yelled.

Mitch just nodded and walked out of the room. He bumped into something and fell back on his ass. He looked up and saw Scott.

"For Christ's sake. Leave me alone!" He snapped, ignoring the hand Scott held out and stood.

"Mitch..." Kirstie said. She could feel his anguish and she wanted to fall to the ground and sob.

"What?" He glared.

"Come back to my house. We cant work through this together. You can't go through it alone."

"I've gone through my entire life alone. This is nothing different."

"Please. Just come back with us."

"Do you not understand?" He shrieked. "I caused this. I set that fire."

"I don't think the best place to be yelling about this is in the middle of a goddamn hospital." Scott hissed, getting angry. "At the very least, we should go somewhere people can't hear us."

Mitch huffed and pushed through Scott and Kirstie, listening to Scott's advice. He knew a spot where no one would be.

Once they were there, he turned around. "I know I set that fire." He said angrily. He was passed pissed off and hurt. Now he was just angry.

"Mitch, it wasn't your fault." Kirstie said softly.

"But it is! If I didn't have this...ability, my mother wouldn't be in the hospital. You didn't see the look she gave me. Of all the looks she given me for the last 16 years, that one is the most haunting." He felt tears pooling in his eyes and blurring his vision but he didn't care. "My entire life, my mother made sure to let me know just how much she hated me. She hates me so much, that she started fucking beating me, even if i just breathed in her direction. I have no idea what it is about me that everyone hates so much, but it fucking sucks." The tears fell and he just glared at the two demigods in front of him.

"We don't hate you-" Kirstie started, but was cut off.

"You say that, but all of us have gone to school together almost our whole lives and only now are you talking to me. And its not because you want to, its because you have too!"

"Okay." Scott said angrily. "Im done being nice. I get it that your mother hates you and that you hate her. But you don't need to take the anger you have towards her out on us. We don't choose our parents, obviously, and we cant control what they do. You, dont need to be a bitch to us when all were trying to do is help you-" he was cut off when he felt a hand sharply connect with his face with an audible sound.

"The last thing I want is help from you. Especially if your gonna have that tone with me. For 16 years, none of you talked to me, except to either insult me, or ask me to move so you can get through. I've had so much shit happen to me, and I know you could all see it, but did any of you once ask me if I was okay? No. You," He pointed to Scott. "You always had you dick so far up somebody's ass, and you, Kirstie, were always either on the water or daydreaming about being on the water. Avi has always made sure to call me a faggot at least once a day, and Kevin was too caught up in reading something." He took a breath. "So why would you wanna help me now, instead of when I needed help the most?"

"You should already know this, but the all black look is kinda terrifying." Scott pointed out. "You've always been quiet, and whenever I would see someone try to talk to you, you were constantly pushing them away!"

"Don't talk about me like you know me, because you don't! You only know what I've told you. I know all of you saw the bruises on my back before Kevin healed me."

"And so what if we did?" Scott snapped again. "Its not like you would have told us anything about them!"

"And why would that be? You're to fucking popular to give a damn about the little gay boy in the corner!"

"Are you too far in your own head that you think no one cares?"

"How do you think depression works, asshole?" Mitch shrieked. "I don't feel like anyone cares, and I don't feel like burdening them with my problems. They have their own lives. My problems don't effect them, nor do they need to. No one asked, so no one knows."

"And you wonder why you have so many problems."

Mitch flinched and nailed Scott between the legs with his foot. Scott held himself and dropped to his knees, unable to breathe. "Don't even begin to think you know anything about me."

He walked off.

Kirstie looked to Scott, who was still on the ground. "Nice goin', idiot."

"Its not my fault he can't confront his own demons." He struggled to say.

Mitch was still close enough that he heard this. He turned back around and grabbed Scott by his hair and yanked his head up so he was looking at him.

"I can confront my demons. When I let them out, is what you should be afraid of." He said in a dark low tone. A ball of fire appeared in his left hand, and he held it to closer than Scott would've liked. "Im the last person you should piss off." He dropped the fire ball at his feet and walked off.

Kirstie saw the flame spread towards Scott and in a panic she shot a stream of water out of her hand and put it out.

"You really need to work on your people skills." She said, helping him to his feet. "Idiot." She mumbled.

Scott didn't risk saying anything else, in fear the Mitch would come back. So instead he said, "We need to get him back to your place."

"I think you've made the ten times harder than it already was." She said, looking at the small dot that was Mitch, off in the distance. "I'd say that you should clean up this mess, but I feel like that would be dangerous."

"Ya think?" Scott put a hand to his scalp that still hurt from being yanked.

"Ill follow him and try to talk to him. You get to go back and tell Kevin how badly you just fucked up. We're supposed to be working together, not fighting with each other." With that she walked off.

"Fuck me." He said, rubbing his head.

This was gonna be fun.