A/N- so my first chapter fic. It is about my OC Alex who is insane. Hope you like it. Also I don't own PJO or HoO
My Reality
Chapter One- Waking Up
The door slowly creaked open, light form the hallway spilled into my room, my tiny body groaned and slowly my eyes peeled open. A figure stepped out from the hallway and filled my doorframe. It was huge, my body began to shake. The monster in my door had an evil smile on his face; lust was in his eyes as they crawled across my body. I wanted to cry out for help scream for someone to come and help me, but no one was there. The monster took a step toward me and against my will the tears fell out of my eyes. The hulking figure reached the edge of my bed and his arm trailed up my leg. I shook violently at his touch. The figure was much more than a monster, he was spit out from hell because he was to evil. The monster was my stepfather. He crawled into the bed and pulled the covers down. He slid my night gown up and pinned me beneath him. I screamed in silence as the man hurt me, as he had every night for the past two years. My muddled brain could only sputter and try and get its self around what was happening to me. I was so confused; I never was able to understand why he did this. All I knew that he meant pain and he was a monster and sometimes monsters needed to die. I wiggled my hand free and as if watching a movie about me, watched my hand curl into a fist and punch him in the face. Startled, he got off of me and like someone was controlling me my legs took off running. I ran down the hallway with the monster chasing me, my body turned left. Through the living room and into the kitchen, open the cabinet, grab the knife. Turn around. The monster laughed at me and said something I couldn't hear. All I could hear was my own heart beating. Someone made me run towards the monster. I blade buried itself into the monsters stomach; bring it out, stab again, again again again. Keep going, don't stop, I can't stop or the monster will get me. Slowly I start coming back to your senses. I look down and scream at the bloody mess in front of me, the butchered corpse, my bloody hand, and splattered nightgown. I keep screaming and drop the knife, the image of my dead stepfather seared in my memory. I run back into the kitchen and crawl under the table. I curl up in a ball and cry. The tears pour down my face and I desperately wish Jordan, my brother and guardian angel, was there to hold me. I can hear the words pouring out of my mouth "blade in then out, again, again, again. Don't Stop, can't Stop, can't stop, monsters, monsters, monsters!" I grab hold of my head to stop it from spinning. I scream again as I look over and see the monster getting up, coming for me, coming for me, the bloody hand reaches out to grab me. It is just about to touch me-
I sit straight up in bed, screaming at the top of my lungs. Jordan leaps up and pulls me into a hug, whispering reassuring words into my ear. I'm panting and out of breath, sweat clings to my body and my legs are tangled in my sheets. I begin to sob uncontrollably into Jordan's shoulder. His words reach me "It is okay Alex, he isn't here, you are in the big house at camp half-blood. You are safe in your room and I'm here. You're going to be okay. It wasn't real, just a dream." But it was real, I know it was. A memory, a horrible one. The day I brutally murdered my stepfather. It was real. So very real. I start to mumble "Real, real, very real, I killed him, oh yes I did" over and over again. My eyes drift to the window, I have a view of the volleyball courts where already some of my brothers and sisters are playing, but now they are starting at the big house, more specifically my window. They heard me scream. They don't look surprised though, I suppose they shouldn't it happens every morning. I move my eyes to the dresser where a little girl sits; she has long black hair and pretty green eyes. "Hello" she says to me. I wave to her and say hello back. Jordan pulls away from me and follows my eyes to my dresser. "Not real Alex." He says kindly. I blink and watch the little girl slowly fade away into nothing. I turn my head towards Jordan and our blue eyes meet. His hair matches mine, a light sandy blonde color. He smiles at me and helps me get detangled from the sheets. Then he turns around while I get dressed and when I am done gives me a hug. I am smushed into his chest. Jordan is 6 feet tall and I am only five six. He walks to the door and pulls it open. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I re-open my eyes and walk out the door and down the stairs. A new day, a new challenge. Bring it on I think.
A/N: yay fist chapter done! Sorry it is kinda short I promise chapter two will be longer. Bit of an intro into Alex's daily routine. And yes she and Jordan share a room. And they don't live In the Apollo cabin because of Alex's episodes. Tell me what you think I'm open for constructive criticism! Don't hate though. Review please! Haha okay bye!
-ThoroughbredDreaming