Dear Diary,
The sun shines brighter than ever on this bright summer afternoon, and I absolutely hate it. A lifetime ago I would be outside, running with Kali, enjoying life. Alas I am at the end of another life cycle.
I have grown ever weary of the dull decor of this room. The room I have been trapped in for almost twenty years. The dust is so prevalent it threatens to choke the air right out of my barely living soul. The bed creeks so badly under my weight you'd think me to be a sumo wrestler. The covers are so stiff I'd think cardboard would be more comfortable.
The days are so hot, and the nights are so cold, yet I haven't the ability to do anything about either. I'm forced to smell my own filth, the filth I've been laying for the last twenty years.
My throat's dryness is easily comparable to that of an ocean; my hunger is not unlike that of a starving vulture. The pain in my bones refuses to go away as I feel them constantly, every hour of everyday.
I haven't a family that cares for me anymore. My daughter has abandoned me. If only she knew the situation I am in. I can do little more than write in this damned journal now. I shudder to think what'll happen when I am out of paper or ink.
So it's only right then, correct? That I may at least see my grandson before I die. So that he will truly see, truly feel, the pain I've been put through because of his mother's negligence. It is only right.
It is only right that I may escape this living hell I've been forced to experience. It's only right that someone should take my place. It's only right that person should be Percy Jackson, my grandson. Kali, I promise you things, we will escape this.
The elder woman dropped her pen so that it was still close to her body for she feared if it traveled far, she would never be able to use it again. With much effort, she sat up in her bed and closed the notebook and carefully set it on a dresser that was in arms reach. Kali had worked far too hard getting that book to let it get lost like the few other 'toys' Kali had brought her.
She then lay back down and took a deep breath. Something she instantly regretted, as numerous dust mites instantly flooded her lungs and caused her to go into a fit of coughing and wheezing.
Almost instantly, a lean black cat jumped on the bed and curled right next to her. Its golden eyes pierced into her dead green ones. The coughing wore down after a couple minutes, though it could have easily been minutes or even hours.
"I promise you Kali, we will escape this place. You remember how we got out last time correct?" The woman asked the cat.
The cat gave a simple meow in response before curling back into a ball. Though not visible, the elder woman was silently smiling to herself. It wouldn't be long, not long at all…