**Song: Trust Issues by Logan Pettipas**
"Wanna be friends?" The words I dreaded the most came out of Eurydice's mouth. Damn it! I was this close to not having to deal with this stuff, and now she pulls this? Ugh, I hate people. Even myself. It's just horrible what comes from us.
"Umm" I hesitate. "NOT RIGHT NOW" And with that I shadowtravel, leaving behind my crutches, and my dignity.
I found myself deep in the woods, at some sort of shrine to none other than my camp counselor. C'mon man. I went to escape a situation and got placed at Dionysus' temple. I wonder if he comes here for midnight snacks. Well either way, the gods are torturing me again.
I decide that I don't wanna be here, and begin walking back towards where I think is the camp. Man, it might be easier to just leave the camp at this point. I mean, I keep running into these situations where I'm forced into something I don't want. It's annoying. At least there wouldn't be these situations if I were wandering the world alone, right?
Anyways, right now I just need to focus on making my way back to camp. Then I can discuss options for running away with myself. I make it to where the mass of trees becomes less dense, and I know that I’m close to camp. I see Zeus’ fist and go straight past it, hobbling as I walk. Before I walk back to the cabin, I check the door. Eurydice isn’t there, so I find it safe enough to go into the cabin. I simply shadowtravel into it, my wings materializing from the darkness. Gods dammit. Why do those they always have to get in the way?
I shadowtravel onto the roof of the cabin. Has Dionysus told me multiple times not to? Yes? You know what I say to that? Bite me. The roof is the least overstimulating place in the camp. It's my spot, and I'm not giving it up.
I lay down, closing my eyes and focusing on trying to clear my mind. I'm DEFINETLY not a neurotypical, so it's pretty hard for me. Once I cleared my mind, I sat up. Looking down at the camp, everybody looked like hamster they were so small. I watched them running around aimlessly, in circles and lines. They probably all had things they were doing, but to me it looked aimless. I spotted a few people in the crowd.
The first of which was Nico DiAngelo. In true cabin 13 nature, I could tell it was him by the aura of darkness that followed him. Literally. Hades’ children can tell it’s their siblings by this cloud of darkness surrounding them. He had his normal ghost shirt on, and a pair of black pants. My brother right there.
The second one I could pick out was Will. He was running around doing something, but I could tell it was him by his bright features. The area around him always seems light to me, as if he glows. I think it’s just in my head, though.
The last one’s features practically screamed ‘I’M HERE’ at me. It was stupid Eurydice. Why does she keep showing up! At this point, I hate her stupid face! I never got a chance to study her features, though. She had this curly olive colored hair, though her brown roots were growing out. It was in a messy bun. She had skin that was maybe six or seven shades darker than mine. I have pale skin, so she’s a nice shade of tan. She has a more fairycore style, with a long brown skirt that goes to ankles and an olive-colored cropped tank top. She has these boots so dark that you can barely tell they’re another olive-green clothing item. Geez, what is it with this girl and green? Her earrings are beautiful crescent moons but filled in with black instead of yellow. That makes me happy, as I hate when people use yellow instead of black. That’s just the reflection of our stupid sun, idiot.
I hop off the roof, shadowtraveling to the ground when I’m about to fall. It’s a risky move, especially with my broken foot, but I do it anyways. I manage to do it without touching the ground at all. That was a close one. I head into the cabin, playing my music on my iPod.
Habits by Genevieve Stokes begins playing, and I flop onto the top bunk to think. I don’t know who I am at this point. My life is formed by the people around me, but I’m just not me. The things others call me, the ways people talk to me. It all makes me realize how little I know about myself.
Once I cleared my mind, I sat up. Looking down at the camp, everybody looked like hamster they were so small. I watched them running around aimlessly, in circles and lines. They probably all had things they were doing, but to me it looked aimless. I spotted a few people in the crowd.
The first of which was Nico DiAngelo. In true cabin 13 nature, I could tell it was him by the aura of darkness that followed him. Literally. Hades’ children can tell it’s their siblings by this cloud of darkness surrounding them. He had his normal ghost shirt on, and a pair of black pants. My brother right there.
The second one I could pick out was Will. He was running around doing something, but I could tell it was him by his bright features. The area around him always seems light to me, as if he glows. I think it’s just in my head, though.
The last one’s features practically screamed ‘I’M HERE’ at me. It was stupid Eurydice. Why does she keep showing up! At this point, I hate her stupid face! I never got a chance to study her features, though. She had this curly olive colored hair, though her brown roots were growing out. It was in a messy bun. She had skin that was maybe six or seven shades darker than mine. I have pale skin, so she’s a nice shade of tan. She has a more fairycore style, with a long brown skirt that goes to ankles and an olive-colored cropped tank top. She has these boots so dark that you can barely tell they’re another olive-green clothing item. Geez, what is it with this girl and green? Her earrings are beautiful crescent moons but filled in with black instead of yellow. That makes me happy, as I hate when people use yellow instead of black. That’s just the reflection of our stupid sun, idiot.
I hop off the roof, shadowtraveling to the ground when I’m about to fall. It’s a risky move, especially with my broken foot, but I do it anyways. I manage to do it without touching the ground at all. That was a close one. I head into the cabin, playing my music on my iPod.
Habits by Genevieve Stokes begins playing, and I flop onto the top bunk to think. I don’t know who I am at this point. My life is formed by the people around me, but I’m just not me. The things others call me, the ways people talk to me. It all makes me realize how little I know about myself. 156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡT8FEGkT4jk
Everything around me starts to spin while I question my identity. Who am I? What makes me, me? What is going on, and why do I suddenly hate myself? All of these are viable questions, but I need to figure out one thing first. 156Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPfHiRFvm3v
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