Death is upon us.
You are unforgivable.
You kill the innocence.
Great harm will come to you.
Death is upon us.
Death is upon us.
Death is upon us.
Death is upon us.
Death is upon you.
If any normal human being heard voices echoing from the back of their skull they'd seek help. I'm not exactly normal, though. Ever since the oracle of Delphi entered my soul random things just come flying round the corner, scaring the living hell out of me. But I've gotten used to it. I've even learnt to ignore it.
Though this, the fates themselves screaming the sanity out of me, is nothing to ignore. But being fucking Rachel Elizabeth dare, I was stupid enough to be unaware of the issue. Hell, it's hard to believe what a mess I've put myself through. God knows what next.
This all slapped me in the face last Thursday; as a sixth former, it was my responsibility to get a few freshmen to Clarion Ladies. They were all screaming like idiots.
And, to clarify, Clarions isn't too bad. There's other girls like me who don't give a crap about 'ladylike' or 'pretty' and have been forced by their pushy parents to board up.
Marilyn Manson was blaring within and without the scarlet SUV. I was too caught up in my own dirty work to notice the dark figure stumble into my wake, black hair flying everywhere. Before I knew it an innocent young girl was at peace under the wheel.
And, to make matters worse, that figure was Trinity. My best friend. We'd met at Clarion's. I'd soon discovered she was daughter of Athena and brought her to camp. We'd done everything together. She couldn't stop thanking me for saving her life (like most demigods, she was saved footsteps away from certain death), so she'd keep on cleaning my paintbrushes for me and washing my painting clothes. Of course, I minded; I didn't want her wasting her time looking after me. But I didn't want to upset her.
She was in my life for about 2 years; she'd almost became part of me. So, of course, when she died, I was overwhelmed by grief. I still am now.
And there's more to come.