Sorry, I had not updated this in a long time, I really have no excuse for that. I was kind of stuck on this one part, and I stopped to wright after that. Anyway I hope you in joy this chapter I worked hard on it! Oh and I just turned 14 it was my birthday, but the sad part is Auburn won with a touchdown.. I hate Auburn! :c


The lonely souls wanders Alone in the walks of life No other souls as their companion The lonely souls wanders Alone in the daybreak they've done their duties In the walks of life The lonely souls wanders Alone in the life They meet many other souls Who comes to be Unfit for the lonely souls The lonely souls wanders As the days pass by The lonely souls became More lonely, with no other souls as their companion The lonely souls wanders Alone in the walks of life The lonely souls decides Not to die, but to face Life in all it's hardships The lonely souls still wanders.

-Lisa Chicharel, a poet who committed suicide on her birthday...ending her life with this poem...


Jason

I had no idea were I was, but there were some things that hinted I was in a jungle. The trees had a motion similar to a hula dancer as it swayed in the wind; the air was damp, but somehow dry at the same time, and the sand was so soft under my shoes that was hard to walk in.

I was standing in an wide opening of the jungle, and there was a girl standing about ten meters away from me. She was turned around, so I could not see her face, but she did have this long uneven hair that cascaded down her back. She also wore a white fluffy night dress that came down to her ankles. I walked toward her slowly like I was approaching a wild animal. I don't know why, but I touched her shoulder slightly, then wrapped my arm around her shoulders.

She looked up at me so I could see that... she didn't have a face. Instead her features seemed to have been smeared like white whipped cream topping. While looking at me she pointed toward a card board box laying in the sand.

The box had sloppy writing on top that said, "To: Jason Grace, From: Aphrodite."

I opened up the box to find a white glass ball. I turned over the ball to see it had a pupil and corneas, it was a glass replica of a human eye ball! Even though it was strange, it had to be the prettiest color I'd ever seen. It changed colors much like ever-changing kaleidoscope.

The girl, whom I had momentarily forgotten about, was standing next to me. She took the glass eye and put it firmly were I guess her eye was supposed to be. She looked at me with her one eye and put a finger to her lips, letting out a wry shush.

She led me to a to another box, but this time it was red and it had big letters on it that said quite clearly, "Do not open!" I obeyed the box's wishes and did not even attempt to open the box this time, but the girl sent me a look that said: what are you waiting for?

I answered her unspoken question with a look of my own: it says NOT to open it!

The girl tried to reply but nothing escaped her lips on account that she didn't have any. Instead she shrugged her shoulders and looked down at her bare feet. I sighed, knowing that I had upset her so I bent down and opened the red box. This time there was not a note or a glass eye, but instead a human nose, don't ask me what it was made of because I did not know. My best guess would have to be hardened out Plaster Paris.

I quickly figured out why she wanted me to open all these boxes. She wanted me to get all her facial features for her. So far she had one eye and a nose, but there was something I couldn't quite figure out: why doesn't she just get her face, herself?

Maybe she can't open the boxes or something, but it did not really make sense. I remember what my mom used to say how beauty is in the eye of the beholder, maybe she was not able to open the boxes, because she didn't find herself pretty, or something. But that did not explain why I could open the boxes for her. Maybe I found her beautiful?

I was drawn out my thoughts from a loud clunk. I looked around to see that girl was gone instead what took her place was a porcelain doll that looked exactly like her. It had uneven brown hair, one kaleidoscope eye, and a nose. I picked up the doll, careful not to break it, and looked around me to find a deep sand dune under a tree.

I put the doll carefully inside the sand dune, and started to shovel sand in the dune, watching as the doll was completely covered with sand. I faced toward the jungle staring intently at some trees. I walked into the jungle, then everything went black.


After that creepy dream I woke up abruptly, panting hard as a cold bead of sweat rolled down my forehead like a shooting spider web. I sighed, and looked out the window to see that it was still night time.

I did not know the exact time because I did not have a clock in my room. You see there is no point for a clock or an alarm to wake me up because for my job I could wake up whenever I wanted. I happened to be my own boss. Being a painter is amazing!

I slid out of my bed to walk into the hallway. My house was set up like the freeway, the hallway attached to other rooms (ten of them, to be exact). One room happened to belong to Nico, only because his parents were unable to care for him, so my father happened to be friends with his father and he just let him stay at our house.

I looked at Nico's room that happened to have a faint light shinning through the crack of the door. Every couple seconds or so I would here a sniff break the silence of night. I knocked on Nico's door slightly, waiting for a response.

"One second!" Nico hollered.

I waited a couple seconds before barging into his room. It was kind of weird being in his room; it was painted a dark greyish-black color with dim lighting, and ugly black furniture that lay in odd places. Nico quickly shoved something into his black leather jacket, and put one of the best Poker Faces I have ever seen.

" What do you want..." Nico paused. "I am a little busy!"

I nodded my head staring at his jacket pocket. I walked slowly out of the door backing out slightly back into the pitch dark hallway. With out a word I walked into my room that was also dark, and I sat there in the dark. I could hear Nico play Tip Toe in the Garden easily through the thin walls. The high-pitched song swayed to and fro, my brain making it even harder to see in the dark.

He did, I thought, I know.


The next day I waited for Nico to leave, then I followed him. I watched him hop into his car, when I hopped in my car. I took turns like he did, but my head lights were turned off and my car was a good distance away. I watched Nico Park at a 7 Eleven, and slam the car door shut after he got out. His sleek car stood out from the other pickup trucks that were all parked in the parking lot.

Nico was chewing some gum in a chill guy manner, while his black converses hit hard on the pavement as he walked towards the store. I put on my hoodie as a lame disguise that would have to work for now. I also tried to walk like I was just a person, who did not know that their cousin had stolen their Rolex watch, that just so happened to contain their true love's name.

Just as I walk in I see a last glimpse of Nico walking into the Mens bathroom, but I knew he was not there to go to the restroom but to flush the Rolex watch. I looked over to the cashier, he wore thick black classes, had pimples all over his face, and had overalls that drapped over his stick like body.

"Sir, are you going to buy anything?" escaped his braces witch also sent some spit flying.

I looked around the small store to see the shelfs covered with junk food and soft drinks. I grabbed a Honey Bun, and threw some money on the counter. The cashier counted the money, and looked happy.I continued my sprint toward the restroom, a smirk melting on my face.

I barged into the bathroom with the door swinging behind slightly. Nico looked surprise and dropped something on the ground, which must be the watch, but I did not catch a glimpse of it yet. I just charged toward Nico first.

I swung my fist, and hit him hard on the face. Nico pushed me off of him, and swung a few punches, missing nearly all of them. Usually I would probably would've been beaten up by Nico easily, since he was a little stronger than me, but my fury sent me the drive to punch, kick, and swing, until Nico was on the ground, coughing out blood.

I looked for the watch on the ground as Nico was groaning, but I did not find the watch I found something much worse: a bag with white powder in it tied in a perfect bundle. Heroin.

"What are you doing with this!" my voice echoing across the filthy bathroom walls.

Nico wiped the blood off his face while trying not to cough more up, "I am an addict," right after Nico said that he coughed out some blood that stained the floor with red.

"You make me sick," I looked at him a bitter taste in my mouth like I ate moldy pizza.

"At least I am not lonely like you! At least I don't look for love by shitty matchmaker that gives you the results in a stupid watch! At least I have love you haven't even found anything close to what I have! At least I can hold onto the person I love, when all you did was lead on Reyna like a bastard!" Every word Nico said hurt, but I know that there was no way he found love. That wasn't possible.

"And who exactly is your love?" I asked folding my arms a cross my chest while cocking my eyebrow.

Nico smiled, his teeth stained red. "Your sister, Thalia."


Oh cliffy! Anyway see the next chapter, and we will see how that heroin addiction works, and Nico loving Thalia. I loved your wonderful reviews and I hope you give more!