Forever Young
A Greek Mythology Fanfiction
Modern Era
Sticks and Stones may break my Bones
but School Work could have Killed me
Athena
I was officially exhausted. That's what the doctors said anyway. They said that the school work I had taken up was too much for my body to handle and that was why I'd collapsed. I was still in hospital and my mum was worried sick about me, which is ironic, since I'm the one who's sick and I honestly don't care. I mean, it's almost funny. My supposed friends hate me because I'm a straight – A student and because the 'hottest' boy at our school was into me. It didn't matter that I wasn't interested. Just that it was happening. So what else did I have? When your namesake is the Greek Goddess of Wisdom and Battle Strategy, what do you do? You make a battle plan and throw yourself into your school work with a new found vigour. Mum says that today, when I'm discharged, we're going to start packing. We are moving to the wealthy area of Hampstead and I'm going to a new school – Olympus Academy. Fitting, really, when you're named after a goddess. I didn't put up any fight, because really, what was the point? Should I just go back to being the most hated girl in school? No. That was not me. Not anymore. So, on a day where skies the same grey as my eyes weep cold tears on the English countryside, I pack my entire life into cardboard boxes and get ready to leave everything behind. As we leave, I expected to feel something for the place where I grew up. But I don't. Not even a wish to say goodbye. Just… Emptiness. This is a place I once lived. Now I do not live here. Now I am going to Hampstead. Now I will talk to someone. Now I cannot. Now I know who I am. Now I do not. Now.
Time passes. Rain falls. Time passes. Mum talks to me. Time passes. I do not answer. Time passes. I am alone. My friends hate me. Why can't I talk? I have no energy. I do not want to. There is nothing to say. Time passes, time is passing, and time has passed. Still, I am silent. Perhaps the cold has frozen me. Frozen my personality and speech. Or am I like Snow White, when she took a bite of that apple? Suspended in time until true love's kiss awakens me. Do I believe in love? No. Who am I? I do not know. Does my heart beat? Will I ever know who my father is? Why am I thinking about him? Is that what's wrong with me? I've bottled up my emotions for so long, now they have bottled up me? Time passes.