It's official.
My life sucks.
Worse than that, it's an absolute bloody nightmare.
I mean it's not like my life has ever been remotely easy. I'm dyslexic and ADHD which has always made school terrible and my father abandoned my family right after I was born. But right now, my life was impossibly bad. Like fictional universe bad. My mother was dead, my only brother was missing, and my step-father was an abusive drunk. Those were only my "normal" problems.
Monsters. They were everywhere. And no matter what I did, I couldn't kill them. Bullets, knifes, brute force, I've tried it all and nothing works. The most I can seem to do is slow them down or distract them until I could escape. I know, I know, I sound like I should be thrown in the crazy house. But I'm not lying, or crazy, or making it up for attention. It's the truth! As crazy as it may sound…this is pretty bloody crazy.
And I suppose that explains how ended up in my current predicament. I got tired of dealing with monster of a step-father all on my, on top of the grief of losing my mother and brother. So I bailed. I packed a bag and just left. Not soon after did the monsters start beating down my door…literally. Most nights I slept in an abandoned library that I had found a few towns over from mine. It was still full of books, which suited me just fine. I had always loved reading despite all of my disabilities. They made reading hard, but not impossible. Reading was one escape from my rotten life that I had. I loved to disappear into a better life, dream of something that was bigger than just me, lead someone else's life, but most of all; I loved to blur the lines between reality and fiction. That library was the best thing that had happened to me in a long time. It was fully stocked with everything a refugee could have asked for; food, water, sleeping bags, medical supplies, matches, flashlights, even extra cloths! The most important thing that I found though was in the Greek mythology section. While paging through some books there, I found out two very important things. One: I could read Greek, quite easily actually, better than I could read English. And Two: I was able to identify some of the creatures that kept attacking me. They were Greek monsters. Hellhounds, Hydras, Minotaur's, Furies, they were real. The thought of that terrified me. If they were real…what else was real? The Gods? The Underworld? Olympus? What the bloody hell was happening to me!?
After about three months of living on my own, my life took a dramatic turn, as if my life wasn't dramatic enough! That night I was lying down on my sleeping bag in the Greek Mythology section of the library, where I now spent most of my time. My near death run in with a hellhound left me once again wounded and exhausted. For about an hour, I laid there breathing heavily, trying not to focus the pain radiating from my crudely bandaged wounds. Then I heard a noise. At first I thought it might be the hellhound returning for round two of our battle, but then I realized that the noise was much too small to be made from such a massive animal. People, great there were people here. Now I know that I should be thankful that it wasn't a evil killer dog that wanted me for dinner, but if someone found me the would take me to hospital for my many injuries. Which lead to the police, which would ultimately land me back living in my former hell. And that was something I was not about to let happen. I managed to push past the pain and pull myself to my feet. I armed myself with a knife, turned out the lantern, and hid myself among the shadows and stacks of books. I waited, I hoped and prayed that they wouldn't notice me or my little camp and would just leave, but of course luck was not on my side. It never was
I saw flashlights roaming he nearby walls, and a group of six or teenagers searching the place.
"Grover, are you sure this is the place? It doesn't like anyone have been in here for years" one girl questioned.
I had done that on purpose. I had left the dust, bugs, and broken furniture as a precaution, just in case; well in case something like this happens. What worried me was the fact that they were looking for someone…someone meaning me.
"I'm positive" the boy I assumed was Grover replied, "she has a strong smell, whoever this girl is , she's going to be quite powerful"
Okay, I know I smell but come on! It couldn't be that bad! I haven't exactly been in the position to worry about that lately. But why on earth would my BO make me powerful? The group of intruders moved closer, they were now a mere 3 feet from me, facing away from me. This was my chance. I had no choice, not if they were looking for me. I griped my knife and sprung from my hiding spot. Instincts kicked in as fought. I kicked, flipped and punched my way through the group. Somehow I was able to disarm them all and with one final turn I pinned one of them up against the wall, the tip of my knife on his throat. Don't ask how or where I learned to do any of this, because I have absolutely no clue. It was like second nature.
"I think…I think we found her," a boy behind me stammered, "we found the demigod of the prophecy"