Okay, so if you're reading this then I'm going to kill you pure and simple, even you Chris. I don't care if you try to pull some son of Hermes trick to make me not kill you, you got that punk? This mine and if I find out that someone's reading this, after they've broken the ten different locks on this thing, I will hunt you down and I will kill you and make it look like a bloody accident. You got that punk?! –Clarisse.
So I'm not going to start off with that whole "dear diary" bullshit. Nope. I'm just going to write what's bugging me and crap like that, just things on my mind. Maybe even stuff I feel like not wanting to forget, and yes I know that sounds sappy but I don't give a damn.
Well, okay then. Here's the thing that I need to write down:
I know that I'm not good looking, girly, or even a nice person in general. But somehow I'd managed to have a best friend, Silena Beauregard, who's sadly now dead. She didn't deserve to die when she did; trying to get the Ares' cabin, my half siblings, to fight in the Battle of Manhattan pretending to be me by dressing up in my armour and leading the cabin against a drakon which killed her.
And I killed it.
I'm now known as Clarisse the Drakon Slayer, or simple The Drakon Slayer for short, to some because of it, and I kind of wish I wasn't for that title always reminded me of Silena and guilt would being to rip me apart inside. I feel like it's my fault that she died. Chris says that that's not true, but I know that if I'd put aside my pride before it was too late then my best friend would still be here.
She's with Beckondorf now. That I'm sure of, they were both heroes in the end. That at least gave me some comfort to help soften the blow, but it still hurts so much that I know it will never truly go away.
The pain isn't so bad now I suppose, but I know that it's never going to just go away either. But as I said she was my best friend, actually she was the first person that I could ever call that. If I'd never been friends with her then I don't think that I would have a boyfriend or anything really for she made me a little bit more "nicer" towards others, you know. I no longer try to kill others simple for breathing the same air as me or for saying something that they should never say to my face, or behind my back for that matter, no, you see now I simply punch then in the face instead. Which to be honest is by far more fun.
So, yeah, that's it really. All I have time for today anyway. I'm going to go get some extra training in before curfew.
