Above & Beneath

Above & Beneath

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Hi! I'm Rosalina A.K.A Rosie Redhawk. At age 9 I stumbled upon Camp Half-Blood. My friend had once opened her mouth in front of me and told me about it when she wasn't supposed to. So you can imagine I was shocked that not only could I read Greek, and it wasn't backwards since I had dyslexia but that I could walk past the force field. In a month of me being there I find one of my parents, but they only come to apologize for something they are ABOUT to do. What is that exactly that they are apologizing for? Well that fool turned me into water for 13 years. YES 13 FREAKING YEARS! There was no way I could escape and until then I had to be water for my "Brother". Ya, brother my ass. He's my half brother thank you very much. Will I every get free? Do I get reunited with others from my past? Can I ever trust people again? And of course, do I ever find love?
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"Alexia." Someone screams and soon I'm drenched in water. I gasp and sit up. My mom hugs me and I tensed. "Sorry." I whispered and relax. I was covered in sweat and water. It's almost been a year since I've been back home. I still have those terrors or should I say memories. That day has been scarred in my brain. I was only 7. I'm 17 now. But that memory has been haunting me for the past 3 days. My dad stood at the door watching silently. He gave me space and I loved how he cared enough to. Maybe it was the fact I had a panic attack once when he woke me. "Hi." I breath out. "Hey." He whispers. Long story short I was taken when I seven, a day after my birthday. I hadn't remember much about my family expected maybe my dad and two other boys who were, well are my brothers. But I've been in a cell obeying the rules of a monster for 10 years. It took a lot of therapy to just get me to say two words and stop hiding and running away 1 year of therapy to realize he can't hurt me now. "You can come in.." I say softly. He walks in and joins the hug. I sigh and lean into their touch. There's no doubt in my mind that I will be starting the sessions again.

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