(a/n) Okay guys, I decided to try my very own fanfic, and since I'm new, it'll probably stink. So just read it, and review with you're honest opinion.

If I could go back in time and erase my birth, I wouldn't hesitate to do it in a second. Now you're probably wondering about me, thinking I need to go to a therapist. I may not always be the sharpest tool in the shed, but I don't think therapy works if you have to lie to the person with the couch and a degree over their shiny desk. And I'm pretty sure you think that too.

I've probably evoked quite a bit of confusion now. I guess I'm the opposite of those people who don't just think they're the greatest thing since sliced bread, but the greatest thing. Am I making any sense? I didn't think so.

My dad doesn't even know I'm alive. At least, not yet. My mom knew who she was. I didn't believe her at first, I just laughed, and rolled my eyes, my first successful eye roll was then, I might add.

Of course, that was before mom died in a mysterious car accident. But I saw the car before they got it out of the way. It wasn't an accident. Mom was driving down the least busy street in the world, but her car was beat up on every part. In a few places it looked like someone with a big fist had punched it.

Then there was yelling, and I was pulled away. But it was too late. I had already seen it, and I knew my mom was murdered. I knew she had been telling me the truth.

I've been on the run for two years now, always thankful that I'm still alive, and always wishing I could just die. They're chasing me. At first I thought they wanted me dead, but now I know they need me for something else. What? I'm not sure exactly.

And though it pains me to even think about it, I know what I have to do. I need to go to that place. The place mom was always telling me about, giving me directions, making me promise to her that I would go.

But I don't think that they will accept me there. They'll probably just kill me and get it over with. But I'm going to go to that summer camp, or die trying. Get it, die trying? Okay, not funny, but even the tiniest of humor could make this not as bad,

Before I tell you this last part, I'm going to warn you. STOP READING NOW. I'm not joking. Unless you want your whole world thrust into a different universe that makes no sense. I may not know a lot about this crazy stuff, but if you keep on reading, you'll end up just like my mom. Six feet under a small stone with her name on it. I'm sure that you don't want that. And I'd be responsible. And trust me, I already blame myself for enough. But obviously you're not listening to me. Aw, well, you're funeral. What can I say? Welcome to my life…my nightmare.

But what else would you expect of a girl whose dad is Hades?