So, this is the second time I have posted this story. It got reported and I am just now able to get back on and repost it.
*WARNING!* THIS STORY DOES NOT PERTAIN TO ANY OF THE HEROES OF OLYMPUS BOOKS. THEY DON'T EXIST.
Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson, if I did, Annabeth and Percy would have gotten together long before TLO.
Claimer: I own Chrissy, she is my dream child.
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Chapter One Chrissy POV
Dr. Stien sighed, took his glasses off and rubbed his eyes. He put them back on his face and sighed. "Christine, how many times do we have to go through this? Say it with me now: "there are no such thing as monsters.'" Dr. Stien said, irritation creeping into his voice.
"There are no such thing as monsters" I repeated quietly. I knew he was going to say that, because that's what he always says to me whenever I bring up monsters, which is why I was laying on thst stupid couch to begin with. I didn't even have to look at him anymore to know that he was beaming at my repeating what he said, thinking that he has made some kind of breakthrough, which we both know deep down is never going to happen.
You have just met Dr. Stien, my shrink of the last 6 months. His office has been the home for me on Saturday mornings, from 10 to 11. His office smells like that cheep cologne he always puts on so much, probably to cover up the fumes of his smoking habit. He is mid 60's, probably someone's grandpa, with grey hair and blue eyes. He always acted so high and mighty around me, just because I was the the one on the couch and he was the one getting paid by my father.
"Oh, I would recommend Dr. Stien. He is such an amazing therapist!" The nurse 6 months ago said to my dad while handing him my bills and grinning as though she had just won the lottery.
Yeah, amazing therapist my ass. He's about as amazing of a therapist as my 8 year old brother. Trever would actually be a better one then Dr. Stien.
I really hated Dr. Stien. He treated me as though I was just a stupid 12 year old, which I am, but I don't need some old maid treating me as such. I already get enough stuff from teachers, I really don't need anymore from someone who is a doctor. He always called me by my full first name, which I hated. Even though I have corrected him countless times over those first couple months. After those first months, I just gave up on correcting him.
I sat up, my back all sticky with sweat from the leather couch.
Oh, that's another thing that annoyed me about Dr. Stien: His office was always about 85 degrees, even when it was super hot outside.
The digital clock on the opposite wall read 10:57, AKA time for me to leave and never come back...until the next Saturday.
I stood up and dusted the non existent dust off my pants "Well, it's that time again. See you later Dr. Stien." I walked over to the door, grabbing my black pea coat off the coat tree.
"Christine, is your dad out there? I wanted to talk to him about you." Which meant that he wanted to try to convince my dad again to do more sessions, as he's been doing it for the last 4 months. He knew my dad had money, he just wanted more of it.
"Nope. Melody's in the lobby, waiting for me. Dad and Trever are at the grocery store." Melody, my best friend and my only friend. She practically live at my house, and sometimes, she would wait for me and we would go to McDonald's for greasy, fat food. I waved at my shrink, wishing I was waving goodbye permanently
He simply waved back.
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Melody was sitting in one of the over priced chairs, flipping through one of those old trash magazine, talking about Kim Kardashian. She was flipping through it, not even stopping to read any of it. I don't blame her, I only read one magazine: Glamour. I just think it's funny. She looked over and saw me, her face lit up.
"Hey boo!" She said, more like squealed. She got her forearm crutches, which I called her braces, walked over and hugged me.
Wait, I should probably explain the braces thing.
So, Melody was born with this muscle disorder so she can't walk without the aid of braces, that or it's a wheelchair, and Melody doesn't roll like that.
"Should we go?" I said, my arm still around Melody.
"Sure!" She said, readjusting the black beanie she always wore over her wavy red hair. I locked my arm with hers. We walked past the big, white desk. Mrs. Anderson, the receptionist, waved at us. We waved back, Melody giggled.
'NOTHER ONE!
We sat in one of the booths, Melody just eats a crap ton of fries, she's a vegetarian, and I ate my Big Mac.
Yeah, Big Macs. They are fricken good too.
Melody sighed in disgust. "How do you eat those things?" She said, dipping her fist full of fries in ketchup.
"Like this." I took a huge bite and chewed loudly. She twisted her face up and stuck her tongue out, but continued to eat her fries.
"Gross. At least close your mouth?" I continued eating loudly, she shook her head. "So, how was therapy?" She said, really loud. The elderly couple right behind her turned around and gave me a look that screamed 'why are among us normal folk?'
"Say that louder Mel, I don't think the cashiers heard you." She nodded.
"I SAID, 'HOW WAS THER-'" She yelled. I slammed my hand on her mouth, people were turning to stare.
I scowled at her.
"Seriously Mel? It's already embarrassing enough I have to see a shrink without you announcing it in a random McDonald's." I sighed and sunk back into my booth, picking up my Dr. Pepper and started chugging it.
"You. Are. Going. To. Be. So. Hyper." Melody said, spacing every word out. I nodded, I didn't take my meds this morning, or for the last 7 mornings, that with the sugar will make me go crazy, but I'm more entertaining when hyper. "But really C, how was therapy?"
"Normal. You know, he tried to pry into my life and find deep stuff for stuff when the answer is simple, like why I don't have many friends, when it's just because I'm anti-social. He says that it's because since my mom left and Cate left me at such a young age that it affected me more that I let on and I'm scared of others hurting me the same way, so I don't let others in."
"You are not anti-social around me." Melody stated simply.
"Yeah, well, you're different. You not annoying and stupid and annoying."
"You said annoying twice." She said, as though I didn't already know.
"Yeah, well, kids today are really annoying!" I said, feeling as though I was 48 years old, when I'm only 12, 13 in a few days. "Anyway, I am anti-social. I don't want to have friends."
"Why?" She said with at least 5 fries in her mouth.
"It's more like others don't want to be my friend. Who wants to be friends with the weird, dyslexic, ADHD, girl who has been expelled from 3 schools and has to go to therapy because of the dreams she has? Let me tell you, if I was someone else and I met a girl like that, I would steer clear of her. Nut case, axe murder, serial killer waiting to happen." I took another bit of my Big Mac, Melody raised her eyebrows at me.
"You just called yourself a future serial killer, you do realize that, right?" I nodded, her eyebrows stayed raised. "But really C, tons of people would want to be your friend if you showed them what you are really like. If you keep letting people think you are this scary and weird little 7th grader, people will treat you as such. If you let them see you for who you truly are, they will want to be your friend."
Aw, that wasn't sappy at all.
This is one of the more serious moments in our relationship, the less serious would be her videotaping me late nigh in the middle of one one my 'hyper times' like last night.
"Not sappy at all, Mel." She grinned at me, then went back to her fries, which is amazing that they're not all done. I ate some more of my Big Max before asking "You coming over after this, right?" She shook her head.
"Nah, Linda says that because of my C in Social Studies that I have to stay home all weekend and do work. She only let me come out today is I promise to clean the kitchen after dinner." She rolled her eyes and shook her head, that wasn't going to be too fun.
So, I should explain Linda. Melody is in the Foster Care system, and Linda is her 4th foster mom.
Linda is late 40's with 2 kids in high school, Hayley and Carl. She always seems mad when she sees me, but Melody says she's always like that. Whenever I go over to Melody's house, it seems like Linda is always baking. She smell travels everywhere to a point where I have to stay for dinner just to eat whatever desert Linda made that night.
And let me tell you, Linda never disappoints with her baking, no, her cooking in general.
I don't go over the her house a lot, so I take what I can get.
We ate for the next few minutes in silence. Mel shoved the rest of her fries down her throat, I shove the rest of my Big Mac down mine and she ate all my fries (What can I say? Mel likes fries, a lot).
"Ready to go?" She asked as I was drinking the last of my Dr. Pepper, I nodded. "Your dad is going to be so mad at you for drink all that soda."
"Hey, I could have gotten Red Bull. You know how much I love that stuff. If I did THAT, dad would be so pissed at me." She nodded in agreement. We got up and threw our trash away. After putting our trays away, we went outside to wait for my dad. After a minute or 2 of silence, Melody finally asked what she wanted to ask
"What do you dream of that is so bad that you have to go to therapy?" She asked me this all the time, and I never tell her.
"Mel, you know I can't tell you. If I tell you, then you wont wanna be my friend anymore."
"Not true, C! You know I'll always be your friend, I'm not like those other people!" She yelled, slamming her braces into the sidewalk.
"Yeah you will. The things I dream of wants to hurt me and my family. As far as your concerned, you are my family. If I tell you, they'll just hurt you too." It was surprising how the mood could change so suddenly just by the mere mention of my dreams. 3 minutes ago, we were inside talking about me being hyper, and now we're fighting about my dreams.
"But I though you said they don't exist! You say it every session!" I let out a bitter laugh.
"Oh, those things exist. I've seen them before with my own eyes. I just say that to Stien because I got sick of arguing with him every session for 4 months so I gave in. He can believe what he wants, but I know they are real." An awkward pause of silence. "My father doesn't even know what I'm dreaming about, and I have the dream almost every night. He's had to wake me a couple time from my sleep because I was screaming. The only person who know and really believes me is Trever, and that's because he guessed and he's only 8. When he gets older, he's not going to believe me either, he's going to think that they're just make believe, a fairy tale.
Her face darkened dramatically. Her voice dropped to a quiet whisper "You would be surprised of what I've seen, of what I've done. Trust me, whatever you see is probably something I've seen before too." I looked at her like she was crazy, she looked at me with a straight face. I was just about to ask what she meant when she said "Oh, look. Your dad's here." She walked over to the dark blue car and got in like she didn't just tell me she's seen them too, my monsters.
And that was the day I realized that Melody wasn't all I though she was.
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