A/N: This one will be about the Greek Gods eventually, I promise!

R&R plz!

It was around 4:30 in the afternoon in the hot, sticky summer. I was really bugged. I seriously had to pee, and my step-sister Erin hogged the bathroom. It was between our two rooms, something I despised. Daniel thought that it would be perfect bonding for the two of us. To make things clear, Daniel was wrong.

I jumped around on my tippie toes and yelled through the door. "Hey, Erin, are you done in there yet?"

"If I were done, then I would be out right now, right Tina?" I rolled my eyes hard, knowing that she couldn't see. Sure, my name was Christina, but I go by Chris not Tina. Everyone knew that except Daniel, my stepdad. And his daughter, Erin. And, now that you mention it, just because Daniel called me Tina, so did Mom. Mom had changed so much.

"Hurry up in there! I have to go!" I growled through my teeth.

"Well why don't you use the other one, Tina?" Erin taunted, chuckling.

I have to say that I thought about going to the other bathroom for a split second. Just a split second, I can promise you that. After that common sense came back to me and I shook my head, trying to chase the idea away.

"You know why I can't do that, Erin."

"Remind me?" Erin teased. I kicked the door and then went to sit in my room, trying hard not to think about water as much as possible. Erin, come out come out… Erin started splashing around water. I threw a pillow over my ears. I had to go so bad! I just couldn't go to the other one, not with what happened.

"Erin, when are you coming out?"

"NEVER!"

That's when I knew I had to do it. I had to use the other bathroom. I hadn't gone in there since, well, the last time. I had to. It was an emergency, and Erin was enjoying every little bit.

Mutely, I got up from the bed, robotically walking out the door and around the corner. I walked past the stairs and hung a right. I sat on the toilet. I didn't even have to go anymore.

I looked over to the tub and gasped. The tub was still full of water. That sure triggered a boatload of memories.

It was seven and a half months ago. Our little happy family was perfect. Just me, Mom, and Dad. I was snuggled up in my bed, and Dad was tucking me in. He had to go to the bathroom, so he kissed me on the top of my head and left. I waited seven minutes, then nineteen, then a half-hour for Dad to come back. When it got close to forty-five, I went to check on him.

I remember thinking that he was just waiting in there to surprise me, sending me giggling. I peeked around the corner carefully, making sure he wasn't going to jump out at me. He didn't.

I walked further into the bathroom, expecting a game. The shower curtains were drawn, and I was sure he was prepared to surprise me from behind them.

Launching into a full-out giggle fit, I swung open the curtain, looking around. The giggling stopped. Everything stopped for a second. In slow-mo, I looked down.

In the tub was my Dad, dead and underwater. Next to him was a gun. His chest spurted blood, and the water was mostly red. I did what I knew to do.

I screamed.

At the end of my flashback, I burst out crying. They didn't even bother to drain the bloody water? What kind of lifeless jerks were they? The police had dismissed it as a suicide from the beginning. It wasn't, I was sure.

My dad wouldn't do that, he couldn't.

Or would he?

I didn't know anymore, and I wanted Dad back.

A common voice intruded my head, saying, "Chill out Chris. You'll be fine. It was all temporary anyway." The voice went through my head like wind through trees. Shivering the leaves, but not hard enough to knock it down.

I sqeezed my eyes shut, trying to block the voice from my head. "GO AWAY!"

It only had to say one word. "Nooooooo."

Something inside me snapped.

I passed out.