The Broken Ones - chapter One

I'll be doing a different POV every chapter or 2 chapters Idk yet. THe POVs are Piper, Leo, Percy, Annabeth, Frank, andd Katie. But other characters are included :) Woopdedoop.

Piper's POV

I absentmindedly pick away at the black nail polish on my fingers. As many times as I had tried to tell myself this wasn't happening, it was.

A smiling blonde lady approached me, "Right this way Piper." Her smile was too big, her teeth too bright, her voice all too fake. There was no way in hell I was going with her. I just couldn't.

"No please. Dad!" I shouted desperately. I looked Tristan McLean dead in the eyes. How could he leave me? How could he not understand? A father who claimed to love his daughter apparently did not.

He sighed and looked as about on the verge of tears as I did. "Pipes. We talked about this already."

"I didn't agree to it!" He was hugging me now, trying to comfort me.

"I know. I know." He reassured as I sobbed into his shirt. "Da-ad. Pl-Please. Don't leave me here! I don't belong here."

I really didn't. Sure, a sixteen year old stealing an expensive BMW doesn't sound good, and neither does the pills I had been taking, but I don't deserve to be thrown in some rehab center for "troubled teens" and be forgotten about. There is nothing wrong with me.. But he won't believe me no matter what I try and say, no matter the points I make, and the fits I throw. I'm troubled, and need to be straightened out in his mind.

It takes at least ten minutes before he leaves and I stop crying. I do eventually follow the blonde no matter how painful it is. I really don't want to be here.. I repeat it over and over in my head at least a hundred times.

The blonde lady introduces herself as Susan and then begins to show me around. I drown her out with my own loud thoughts. I don't speak a word the whole tour.

"And this is the dining room where we eat." She points to a large room that looks like a typical highschool cafeteria, except minus the school colors and school name smothering the room. The room is white, the floor is white tile, the ceiling is white, the tables and chairs are white, the whole damn room is white. Actually now that I think about it everywhere I've been it's white, it's like someone sucked the life out of this whole place.

I finally spoke, but it was barely audible, "Lovely." I wasn't actually quite sure if she even heard me, as she continued on with the tour.

I saw a few rooms where we apparently had group activities but we didn't go in because there were sessions going on at the moment. I cringed at the thought of being placed in a room with a bunch of other kids like me and talk about our feelings and pointless shit that wasn't going to get me anywhere.

Next on the tour was what Susan called the Commons, "This is where the majority of your free time will be spent. There is a TV with a few channels chosen by the supervisors and various board games. It can be a lot of fun." She chirped. This place was sounding the hell to me. board games? Who even does that?

A group of teenagers sat around a table playing Monopoly. I guess people do play board games here..

Finally we got to the dorms. I didn't even want to meet my roommate. There were so many possible ways this could all go wrong. i trudged up the steps slowly 'Come on, Piper." Susan called from a couple feet away from me.

She stopped at room 43. There was a white board on the door that depicted a drawing of an owl. Ew. I was guessing my roomate was going to be one of those emo freaks.

"Welcome to your room. This is your half of the room." Susan gestured towards the white, un decorated side of the room. The other side wasn't much decorated either. Just a small bookshelf and a poster were on the other side. "Your roommate is Annabeth Chase. I presume she'll be back in a few minutes or so. I believe she just had group therapy." I noticed there were bars on the windows. That was pleasant..

I pulled out my iPhone hoping she'd get the hint I didn't want her here. "Oh I almost forgot! No electronic can be used here. I'm really sorry about that."

"Excuse me. How do you expect me to keep in touch with my dad and friends." I only wanted to talk to my dad, it's not like I really had friends anyways, and for Susan to think it was okay to do this.. I was so done with this place.

she put on that fake smile again, "We have phones in the lobby, and you're allowed to use them during your free time. Conversations are monitered though."

"So this is basically jail." I raised my eyebrows.

Susan just chuckled. 'Don't be such a negative Nelly!" Hell, if I want to be a negative Nelly, I'll be a negative Nelly.

"Now here's your schedule." She handed me a folded piece of paper. I read it over. Why's there so much goals group shit?"

"I don't tolerate language." I shrugged and she continued. "It's very important that we discuss our goals and accomplishments don't you agree?" I opened my mouth to argue but she started blabbing again, "Lucky for you, I'm actually your therapist, but John is your group activity leader, almost everyone loves him so don't worry." she paused. "I don't think I'm forgetting anything, but I've got a tight schedule so if you have any questions feel free to ask your roommate Annabeth. I'm sure she'd just love to help a newbie like yourself."

Before I could even say a word she left and shut the door behind her. I paced the room. It had no smell or color to it. It just made me feel..nothing. I couldn't even imagine what life was going to be like here.

I sat down on the bed and groaned. 1. It was hard. 2. It was horribly low to the ground. Getting a goodnight's sleep was going to be impossible. I almost wanted to cry, but restrained myself because my roommate was going to be in any second. Her name was Annabeth? It was a peculiar name and reminded her of some goody goody. But she pictured a dark gothic girl. At least, that's how she pictured everyone here. How was she even going to fit in?

In one of those horrible, 'as if on cue' moments, Annabeth Chase opened the door. She was pretty, in that natural kind of way. Her blonde hair fell in princess like curls down to her chest and she wore no make up. Was makeup even allowed at the freaky place? Not that I wore much anyways.

"Hi. I'm Piper McLean. Guess were stuck being roomies for a while." I said sheepishly.

Annabeth nodded, but didn't say anything at all. Maybe she was shy? She didn't look like the shy type, she held herself up with such confidence and poise. She sure as hell didn't look like a troubled kid, but who was I to judge?

It was a bit uncomfortable at first. She said nothing and I said nothing, so I started eating from a bag of pretzels and that was pretty much that.

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