It was so lonely outside in the pounding rain. My half-sister, Nyssa, had locked me out of our cabin until I had 'Worked out my Thoughts and Priorities'.
I sat on the roof and hugged my knees tightly, a lone, stray tear rolling down my cheek. Today had been the worst day ever.
Let me see... I woke up late and missed breakfast, had to cut off my long hair until it was extremely short because one of my half brothers had 'accidently' poured grease all over it. When training I managed to land a few people in the Infirmary somehow, I saw somehow because I were not thinking as I did. Lunch consisted of mouldy cheese covered in butter thrown at me, broke one of Nyssa's work in progress machines. Went for a walk in the forest after lunch and nearly got myself killed in the process, stupid forest full of monsters.
I sighed, today was horrible. I had just annoyed many people and almost killed myself. Today was offically the worst today in my history of worst today's.
I heard my cabin door open and Nyssa walked out, calling out my name. When I didn't reply or come into her view, she walked back inside.
"I didn't see her anywhere," came Nyssa's voice, muffled, through the partially open window.
"She'll come back, Nyssa," came my half-brother's, Jake's, voice, also muffled because of the window, "she always does." No reply came, only the faint sound of people moving around, muffled footsteps.
More tears fell from my eyes, I had decided; I were a burden on my half-siblings, nothing more than an annoying, troublesome, broken machine that won't behave properly to them.
Silently and slowly I slid off my cabins roof, wincing when something scraped along my wounds from when I nearly died earlier today.
Carefully and stealthily I made my way through the silent, deserted camp, avoiding detection by the chicken hybrids, Harpies, towards Thalia's Pine Tree, the camp boundary. I stepped over Peleus' tail carefully and made my way down into the mortal world.
I glanced behind me once before running away with no destination in mind. Tears flew behind me from my eyes, just like my hair used to before I had been forced to messily cut it off earlier today.