Heartworm -
When you can't get a relationship out of your head, even after it's ended long ago. Replaying memories, songs, scents that remind you of them or just their name on loop in your head is referred to as Heartworm.
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Luke was my boy...
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That school year had been hard. I was angry when I first started. Angry at Luke and the gods. Bullies tried to fight me, so I'd fight back. I talked back to teachers. Generally got in trouble every week.
One day, I was referred to the school counsellor. He had suggested I put my anger into something. Art, perhaps or theatre. I enrolled in the theatre club and continued my art at home.
It was... fun. I managed to get lead rolls in most productions we got, thanks to my singing voice, which apparently was better than I thought.
Chiron, from when I'd contacted him via Iris-message, before Christmas, had suggested it was because of siren blood from Poseidon. Either way, I enjoyed singing on stage, stepping into someone else's shoes for awhile.
I had saved up for some new paints, canvas's and an easel, from a charity shop I found. I could let time slip away from I was painting, focusing solely on the colours.
I even started learning how to play the piano. I took lessons at school and found out I actually enjoyed it. It gave me something to do with my hands and the melodies had a calming feel to them.
Despite my rocky start, I had made it to the last day of the school year.
Tomorrow, I'd be heading off to camp with Percy.
As I got changed, I pocketed my ballpoint pen. When I uncapped the pen, it turned into a sword to fight off monsters. I hadn't needed to use it during the school year, but I still carried it everywhere with me. Just in case.
I tried not to think of my nightmare; the empty boat deck with only Luke standing, staring out to sea. I didn't want to think of him ever.
Luke was my boyfriend (technically, he still is), but he had betrayed me. He was working for the lord of titans, Kronos. Kronos had promised Luke the power to destroy the gods, our parents. He'd offered me to go with him, to join him, but I had refused.
That was almost nine months ago.
I hadn't heard from him since, but I had seen him in my dreams.
Not like the cliche romantic dreams of your boyfriend, rushing in to save the day. Luke just stands there, watching, silently. I talk to him, but I never get a response. I figured it was just my brain's way of coping with everything; giving me a chance to say everything I couldn't do the night he left.
I shook my head, shaking my thoughts away.
It was the last day of school. I should be excited. I was close to making it a full year at one school. No monsters disguised as teachers had attacked me. No school buses had exploded.
All I had to do was get through one more day. Easy enough.
My twin brother, Percy, was already sitting at the kitchen table when I walked in, brushing through my below-shoulder length black hair. It had grown since I'd chopped it all off last summer. I had missed it being long.
