Disclaimer- I don't own PJO.
When Rain Drops Fall
Chapter 1: A wish upon a star
*flashback*
My mom is leaving. It's spring, everything looks so green outside. It's raining. I'm in my room. Mom and Dad are in a fight. I can hear yelling through my door. I heard a smack. Mom got angry, I could tell from the silence. She grabbed some cloths and money and jogged out the door. She took the car and drove away. I watched her out my window, the rain blurring everything.
I don't understand, I thought. Where's Mom going? Why didn't she take me with her?
BANG! My door slamming open interrupted my thoughts. Before I could turn around, a hand grabbed the back of my shirt and lifted me in the air. It turned me around and I saw Dad. He looked angry.
"Wha-" I started to ask.
"It's your fault," his voice was a whisper. "It's your fault she left, you know. And she isn't coming back. She left because of you," he was getting louder and louder and he started shaking me.
I was scared. I couldn't speak. What was he saying? Mom isn't coming back? But why? And why was it my fault?
Suddenly he flung me against the wall. I smacked my head on he corner of the dresser. My vision started blurring. I could see Dad walking toward me. I tried to get up but he kicked me in the side. I screamed in pain. He kept kicking me and yelling.
"It's your fault she left, you worthless animal! She left because of you! You'll regret it. By the time I'm done with you, you'll regret ever being born!"
He kicked me again. This time he hit my head. I blacked out.
I woke up to a beeping noise. I felt sleepy and out of it and my eyelids felt to heavy to open. After a minute I gave up trying to open them and just listened. I heard the unfamiliar voice of a man. I tried to make out the words. If I focused I could hear it. "-three fractured ribs and slightly concussed," there was a pause as a different voice spoke. I couldn't quite hear this one but I could tell it was a man also. The first voice came back. "Yes, she'll be fine. She'll just need to spend some time here and rest a lot."
The voices seemed to be fading away. Morphing into a song, a lullaby.
Hush-a-by,
don't you cry
Go to sleep my little baby
When you wake,
you shall have
all the pretty little horses
Blacks and Bays,
Dapples and Grays
All the pretty little horses…
*end flashback*
(A/N) I also don't own that song and can't remember what it's called or who it's by.
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