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Prologue

Being sick isn't all that bad. You get to meet others like you. You learn how to cope with pain. But then there's the other part of it. Pity, side glances, sympathy, death and worst of all, abandonment. Sometimes it pushed everyone away from you. That's why it was better to be alone, not caring.

Chapter one- If I die young

Piper POV:

Before blackness consumed me, I saw my father's worried face. The lines carved deep into his skin. And then, the absence of feeling. I was floating in dark, warm water. BEEEEEEP! A loud noise jolted me out of my peaceful rest. Oh yeah. Pain, falling, and then blackness. I was in a familiar room. Pink flowers painted on the otherwise bare walls. I reached an arm out to steady myself but was pulled back. I noted the needle sticking in my arm and the clear tube that ran to a bag of fluid on my right. Machines were beeping all around me. Oh boy, yet another hospital trip.

"Piper," I was startled out of my thoughts by an unfamiliar voice. My eyes darted around trying to find the face that went with the soft voice. A nurse appeared in front of me. She was young, maybe early 20's with blonde hair in a long shining ponytail. Warm brown eyes greeted me as I found her face. She gave me a tight smile laced with worry and pity. Whoopee. "Piper your condition has worsened with your heart and it's possible you might be staying at the hospital full-time or your father will need to stay home and keep an eye on you." I snorted. Like my dad would ever quit his job so he could watch me.

"The second option won't happen. Seriously, isn't there any other option? I'd prefer not to live at a hospital."

"I'll call the doctor in. He'll bring your father too." I nodded my thanks as she left. I fell back onto the pillows, exhausted. There had to be another option. I would not live at a hospital. I sounded bratty, I knew. But who would want to live at a hospital? I was interrupted from moping as the doctor walked in with my dad. The nurse from before came in as well. She was swooning over my father. Of course. I was used to it but that didn't mean I liked it. The doctor cleared his throat.

"Hi Piper, I'm Dr. Solace. Your regular doctor has been fired. I'll be taking care of you fro, now on." I didn't like my other doctor anyway. He was pervy. And a dick. "As I was saying, Jenna, your nurse has already told you that your best options are living here or your father staying home full time to take care of you." Dad grimaced at that. I knew he wouldn't go for it.

"Isn't there anything else we can do? I'm not quite comfortable with Pipes staying here full time." Thank you Dad! I put on my best sweet, innocent smile. Dr. Solace smiled back at me. Huh, I knew I was persuasive but what the hell.

"There is another option but most people aren't very keen on it. It's a home called Camp Half-Blood. We had another home called Camp Jupiter but it burned down in a fire. Camp Half-Blood is very safe though. It has some of the best doctors I know. One of them is the one who helped train me and I worked as an intern there. Very friendly place. I'm sure you'd make lots of friends Piper. It isn't crowded. There are only 9 kids there. So that means you could transfer there today if you like." I looked up at my dad. Would he go for it? I silently prayed to any gods there were. He still looked a bit uncertain so I gave him my best puppy face.

"Alright. What do I have to sign?" Yes! I smiled gratefully at him. Dr. Solace said,

"Piper you can go home and pack and you'll be there soon. Mr. Mclean you can come with me so we can go over details." Mclean. My last name. I cringed at it. My dad was a famous actor and he got lots of attention. I hated attention. Also, I didn't want people to like me just because my dad was famous. I wanted to be liked for me. That's why I refused all the fancy clothes and shows and makeup he offered me. I wore boyish, ratty clothes and I cut my own hair with safety scissors making it purposely uneven. I was so caught up in my thoughts I hadn't realized the room was empty. I sighed and climbed out of the stiff sheets on the bed. My dad had left my clothes to change back into. Thank Gods. Dr. Solace and my dad came back in as I was shrugging on my high school sweatshirt. "Alright Piper you're all set! I'll see you soon for a checkup." Dr. Solace's smile was as bright as the sun. Geez, someone could get blinded by that. I climbed into the limo my father insisted on using. Honestly, I had no idea why. Poor Dad attempted to make small talk (which he sucked at btw. At least with me) But I ignored him and cranked up the music on my phone. I watched the barren land rush by. I hated fall. It was too cold and dark and empty. It made everything look dead which it technically was but was also lonely looking. Fall was also when my dad was the busiest. The only times I ever really saw my dad were when I was in the hospital. I just pretended not to care. What else could I do? Snapping back to reality, I noticed we were finally "home". It wasn't home to me. Just an empty mansion. Dad was never home so it was just me and the people who worked there. There wasn't any point in the mansion. It was just me and my dad. Dad never talked about mom but I had learned not to ask. I shimmied my way out of the sleek car and slammed the door shut making my father cringe. Whatever. I got away from him as fast as I could which wasn't very fast considering my heart problems.

"Pipes…" he called after me. I couldn't make myself look at him. This was my decision but it was still hard. I didn't want to leave the things I knew and my house no matter how empty it was. What if I couldn't make friends? What if they didn't like me? Realization struck fear into my failing heart. What if I died? I pushed the tears back as I slowly climbed the stairs. I refused to use the elevator because it was stupid and using it meant I was dead. The plush carpet went on forever until I finally reached my room. The only place I had ever felt safe. I had insisted I get a small room. I didn't want a huge, empty room that I had no need for. It would be a waste and I refused to be spoiled. I looked around the room taking it all in before I would have to leave. I had to get out of here as fast as possible. It would be easier to leave and maybe then I wouldn't feel like I was suffocating. I grabbed a suitcase out of my small closet and began throwing all my shit in it. I didn't have much stuff so it didn't take long. The sooner I get out of here the better. I thought to myself. After one last longing glance around my now empty room, I returned to the car. It was a bit of a relief to finally get out of that hell-hole.

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