Demeter's Daughter
Chapter Two
Entry 2

Okay, so maybe I got a tad ahead of myself in the last chapter. But I needed to get your attention, which I did. That's why you're still reading this. If you had thought me as a scam or face, you would have shut your computer off and never looked at this again.

This is serious, you need to remember that. You don't want an eight foot rottweiler in your back yard, trust me.

I was stupid back then, a stupid ten year old. I ran up to my father's room, screaming my head off about Maria and the monster puppy. I jumped on his bed, kicking and hitting him to wake up and listen to me. When he finally did, she walked out of their bathroom.

Don't ask me how she did it, I don't know. I don't want to know. All I know is that when she came out of the bathroom, her face was full of confusion. Except her eyes. Her eyes were evil. She knew what I saw. She had wanted me to see.

The next morning, she and my dad drove me to the mental institution. I know what you must be thinking, padded cells for everyone, but it wasn't like that. As I was led to my room by a nice lady in white, I passed a few padded cells, sure, but most of them were empty.

I shared my room with one other girl. She was older than me, 12 years old with long dark hair and brown eyes. She was tanned, she looked mexican, for all I could tell. Her name was Candice and she was really nice. I had been scared, I had heard stories at school about this place. But she eased my mind. She told me that there was nothing to be worried about, and that most of the people were really nice, that there were only a few people with any serious problems. She told me she had OCD

I guess when she first got there, a few months back, she was in terrible condition, but with the councelling and meds she was getting, it had gotten better.

"When I came here, I had to make everything perfect," she told me. "The way my room looked, my homework. I organized my whole house and when my parents moved something, I would have a panic attack. My parents sent me here because one day when I got my report card, I got a B+ in math...one of the teachers caught me cutting my arm with the razor of a pencil sharpener."

I just looked at her, my eyes wide. I looked down to her wrists and saw that she was wearing a long sleeved shirt. "They're healed, but I just dont want everyone to know," she bit her lip, looking down at me nervously. "And I wanted to let you know, since we're roomates and everything."

She was nice. Too bad she wasn't there that much longer.

No, nothing bad happened to her. She just went home. It was a really sad day, she had become a really great friend. She gave me her address and phone number before she left so we could get together after I was released.

I never told her why I was in that place. I never told her they were never going to release me, my parents would never want me again because of my step mother. So I just acted as if I would see her in a couple of weeks. That made her last few days better before her mom came to pick her up. I just stood away from them, wishing my family could be like that.

But I never knew my mom. Not for a few more months, at least. Not until I escaped.

Don't think I'm some bad ass or something. I mean, I am. But not a break-out-of-a-mental-institution-by-myself kind of badass.

Yes, you read that right.

I did break out, but not by myself.

You see, after Candice left, I was really lonely. I didn't talk much to the other kids. Not until I heard about two brothers that had just arrived and were making hell for the nurses and doctors. I didn't see them right away. It took a few days.

Apparently, they had been confined to their room when they superglued all the medication bottles in the pharmacy to the counters. No one knew how they did it, and the only proof the nurses had was the empty super glue bottles in their room trashcan.

A week after they arrived, I saw them for the first time. For some reason, I was drawn to them, as if we were similar, somehow. Even if I hadn't heard the story, I would have been able to tell they were troublemakers. They both had the same dark messy hair and almost elf-like eyes. The only way I could tell them apart was their height.

As if they could tell I was watching them, the taller one locked eyes with me. He seemed older, maybe Candice's age. He elbowed his brother in the ribs and they started walking over to me. I was in the corner of the lounge by a big potted plant, which before I had started tending to it was dry and dead, but now blooming.

The two boys sat one either side of me. I looked between them, my eyes widening slightly.

"H-hi, I'm Katie. Katie Gardner," I spoke softly, nervous about why they had come over to me. Maybe just to tell me to stop staring and get a life?

The taller one, who was on my right, put on a michivous grin. "Well hello there Katie, this is my brother Connor, and I'm Travis. We're the Stoll brothers."

What do you think happened next? When I get a chance to write more, I'll update this. Sorry it took so long, but if you haven't heard, there's been a lot going on at Camp Half Blood. I'll be in touch!