Heya! Uploaded my new chapter! Hope you enjoy. In this chapter, you start to understand why she is a demigod and the connections to percy jackson. I always like mystery in the first chapter, anyways, hope you enjoy this chapter better!

Chapter II

My mind is tugging at me, like someone is shaking me, telling me to wake up. Telling me that I cannot be over, I haven't spent my life yet. I recognize his way of speaking. Soon the sound travels to me more clearly, I can make out his accent. He is blabbering, thinking I am awake. Reassuring me, yet he sounds he needs that himself. I won't be the one reassuring him, that's all I know. In my mind it is like an act of defiance against my father who is never there for me. I am getting bored of this so I mumble something. I can't hear myself; none of my senses seem to work. I don't feel any of my body, I can't move nor see, I cannot smell nor taste. But I can hear. I'm not grateful for that. Then I hear a lot of ringing around me. And my thoughts go fuzzy again and I pass out.

I don't know how long it is again until I wake up, but when I do, I feel comfortable. Instantly I move my hands, and pain shoots through my arm. Right Rosa, I tell myself, I cut myself there. I open my eyes, but immediately close them. I try again but the bright light blinds me. I move my head to the side, and alarms sound. I know where we are. There is that one smell, when you can tell everything is clean, proper and neat. That one smell is always related to a hospital. I hate hospitals. Soon a nurse comes to me and I hear her call the doctor. He tells me to sit up, like he's bored of telling everyone what to do.

"You only tried to commit suicide," he says with lack of interest, "You can sit up. Come on."

A few hours later, after all the check-ups are over, another nurse, with a smiling face arrives with a clipboard.

"Okay sweetie. I just would like you to tell me who you are. Quick, short; a resume." She says kindly.

"Um…yeah, okay. I'm Rosa Amiflora. I am eleven years old. Just turned eleven. I live in Philadelphia, Woodland Avenue, Pennsylvania, United Sta—."

"That's good enough!" she interrupts, jotting down everything I said on her clipboard papers. "You seem fine. Sadly your doctor always thought you were a bit unstable, so your dad and the hospital agree to send you to a psychiatric institute for a short while. Don't worry, everything will be fine sweetie." She adds before walking towards the next patient, the same smile glued onto her face. My fists ball up, yet pain from my wrists tells me she's right. I did try to commit suicide. Yet I still don't really know what happened! How did they save me? My dad must've come home, but for me to be sent somewhere, I must've lost enough blood to become a serious case. A freak.

I'd never realized it might happen for me to move. Moving is a big thing. My father couldn't pay for the big house to be empty, so he decided to sell it and rent an apartment. He tells me this and I only catch the important words. "Everything will be fine…you're moving in two weeks…I'm moving too…nice apartment downtown Philadelphia…better view of the park…nice place…you too, you have a nice new place too…sharing a room…not too far away…in New York…good reviews from the doctor—."

"It's in NEW YORK?" I yell, people staring at me in the children's psychiatric ward of the town hospital.

"Rosa! I've told you twice before. You are going to the Columbia University Medical Center, psychiatry for kids. Start listening. You'll have a roommate, and eventually you will start school again. It's May, and by the end of June, you'll be done with school! Then you'll maybe stay there for the summer, depending on how you mentally recover, and then…" He trails off. I make it clear I don't care any more by slowly falling asleep. I faintly here my father steps as he walks away. School is the least of my worries, I think. I don't like the fact I'm moving. Changes are never that great for me, but at least this means getting away. Yet I'm not ready for New York, I'm definitely not a city girl.

At the end of the week, I'm out of hospital. Every day I'm supposed to go talk with this weird lady, my psychologist until I get to Columbia psychiatry in New York.

"Hello Rosa Amiflora. I am Dr. Grace, your psychologist." She says as a greeting.

She's small and plump, and wears too much pink and her office smells of this horrible perfume, like it's too intense or got mixed with pee or something.

"Hi. I just want to say that I don't really care, and I'm going to keep my mouth shut because I don't want to tell you anything." I say, struggling to keep my voice calm, yet I want to yell.

"That's okay. I'll be here in case you ever want to sit and chat." She says this, imagining that I will instantly open up to her or something. Ha-ha, hell no! So I take a seat in these plush purple velvet chairs and stare at the ground, deep in thought. I'm thinking about Mom. I want to ask my dad and force him to tell me everything he knows about her, because I have enough of him playing his act of having a fuzzy mind. A few minutes later, in my mind, I swear I hear a voice: that is not mine. I have the confirmation I'm going mental.

Rosa, I think it's time you know. I made your father's memories about me fuzzy, so he would get over me. I never thought I would have such of a questioning girl, but I do. I cannot reveal my identity yet, it is still too dangerous. At the psychiatric hospital, you will look for a girl called Juniper. It is the best for you.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON? Yeah. I'm bonkers!" I reply to the voice. No one responds. Well, apart from Dr. Grace.

"Oh! Rosa? Is everything okay? I'm sure talking to me will help!" She says, hopefully. I'm sure she's bored of sitting here, waiting for me to tell her all my secrets or something.

"No. Talking to you is far from helping." I say this as I grab my coat and run out and down the stairs onto Lindbergh Blvd. Soon I'm walking home, repeating to myself what the female voice was telling me. She made my dad forget about her? How? Did she hypnotize him or something? I'm a questioning girl, but I believe her, no questions to ask about that. For some reason, I know I'm not crazy at all. And I know something else, that the voice was yes indeed my mothers.

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