AN: Hello People, this is my first PJO story, originally named redemption, but now revamped because my last one was too melodramatic. _ Enjoy! EDIT: I'm redid this chapter because it's a bit short and there's not enough detail…

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I smashed my alarm clock with my left hand, and kept my eyes closed. I was tired from training yesterday and didn't care about missing breakfast. I wasn't that hungry and nobody would notice anyway. Sadly, my attempt to hit the snooze bar resulted in the pieces of my alarm clock shattering into my skin. That woke me up. I sat up off my pillow and I clutched my wrist. Then I yelled in pain. I rubbed my eyes with my good hand, ran it through my hair, and then opened my eyes. The first thing I saw was bright sunlight, coming from the window to the right of my bed. I held my right hand over my eyes, not used to the bright light. Then I closed my eyes for a second and groped madly for the string to close the curtains.

Eventually, I found it then pulled it, shutting the curtains. Then a wave of pain went through my left hand, and I realized I had forgotten about my hand. I really hate ADHD. I opened my eyes, adjusting them to dim light. I looked around my cabin, it was all black; walls, ceiling, floor, sheets, blankets, everything. The only light was coming from the Greek fire fireplace, with skulls and bones hung above it. There were skulls and bones hanging from the walls all over the cabin. No wonder I don't get many visitors.

Back to my hand, I looked at my hand hoping it was nothing too serious, but pieces of glass were embedded in my palm and metal splinters were in my fingers. Now I've had much, much worse, but I was bleeding and not doing anything about it. So I groaned in pain and annoyance, swung my legs over the side of the bed, and stood up. I took a moment, savoring the time before I had to face the day, but then remembered my hand. I groaned, realizing I had just woken up and already cut up my fingers. And I had forgotten about it twice. Again, ADHD stinks. Being tired and bleeding, I stumbled over to the bathroom to clean my hand up. I turned the knob, and then pulled open the door slowly. The bathroom had black-tiled floor and white walls. There was a toilet in the left corner of the room, and next to that, a shower taking up the left wall. Then right across from the door, there was a mirror built into the wall, and a sink below it. I looked in the mirror; my hair was sticking up all over the place. Then I started taking care of my hand. I washed it out, and carefully removed each shard of glass or metal, flinching, shouting, and gritting my teeth the whole time. After I got all the pieces out, I looked in the mirror again. My eyes were bloodshot, I guess from blood loss? I don't know. I clutched my wrist again, and stumbled out of the bathroom. Luckily, I had left the door open, so I didn't have to open it.

Sadly, I was still bleeding, and I had a lot of cuts. I stumbled over to my bed, then let go of my wrist for a second to open the dresser next to my bed. I looked through the top drawer, and found a black shirt, just like all the others. I wrapped it around my hand, and then tied it in a knot.

I walked to my door, and opened it. It was way too bright and loud outside. Luckily I had worn sweatpants and a T-shirt to bed last night, so I wasn't just in my boxers. Younger campers were playing tag, hide-and-seek, and about any other game little kids play. The older campers were talking, laughing, or gossiping. And I was standing right outside my cabin in sweatpants and a black t-shirt with a crimson/black shirt wrapped around my hand. I turned around slowly and shut my door. Then I started walking towards the infirmary. I kept blinking, trying to stay awake, because I was tired. I usually didn't get up until after breakfast on Saturdays. But everyone else got up bright and early to "Enjoy the day!" or whatever.

Anyways, I noticed a silence fell over the campers as I walked towards the infirmary. I was an outcast at the camp, and some people were scared of me. I didn't mind too much, Hades' children get used to it. Four younger kids were playing tag near the infirmary, blocking my path.

"Excuse me," I said to them. Their laughing died down quickly, and looked at me scared. A rumor went on with the little kids that I brutally murdered an innocent mortal. I bet the Aphrodite cabin started it, because they hate me. "Could you please move? I kind of really have to get to the infirmary," I said politely. One of them, a girl with dirty blonde hair and black eyes, said "Oh my gosh, what happened to your hand?"

"I smashed my alarm clock," I said sheepishly and looked at the ground. I bet I sounded pathetic and I thought they would laugh at me. But two of the kids put my left arm around their shoulders. The other two put my right arm around their shoulders. I was surprised. And very grateful. They let go of me in front of the infirmary. I turned around and said "Thank you very much,"

"No problem," the girl with dirty blonde hair said. The others said similar things.

"What are your names?" I asked them.

"We'll sit with you and breakfast and we can talk, if you want," she said. Someone actually sitting with me?

"That would be great," I said and smiled. "Thanks again!" I shouted to them as they walked away to continue their game. They turned around and smiled at me and waved. Then I turned to the infirmary door and knocked.

I arrived at the infirmary at a good time, because I was starting to feel dizzy. I knocked on the door with my good hand, and a few seconds later, Will Solace, a child of Apollo, opened the door.

"Hi Ni- good gods what happened to your hand?" Will asked worriedly. I had few friends at Camp Half Blood, and Will was one of them.

"Alarm clock," I said simply. He nodded in understanding and gave me a sympathetic look. He motioned for me to follow him into the infirmary. I followed and sat down in one of the seats.

"Okay, I'll be right back with some bandages, and sorry, the ambrosia from Hermes doesn't come until tomorrow," he said sheepishly. The fates just love me today don't they…

AN: I hope that was a good chapter, I worked really hard on it. Please give me writing tips and review! Thanks!

~Flame