Oh my God. You people are great. I know I'm basically transforming over three reviews but it just feels good to know people are reading my story.
To answer a couple questions Piper wears makeup for a reason, an isn't super girly. That will be explained this chapter. As for Percy and Annabeth they will slowly be introduced into the story just bear with me.
This is going to be infrequent as for updating. I was sick today and bored most of the time they will be about a week apart.
Now enough of my babbling, Enjoy!
I was walking down the hallway to get to my locker, I was not in a good mood today at all. I had woken up late this morning so I had to rush through my routine, causing me to have to redo my makeup. I never used to wear makeup, I still hate to. I do it to hide scars on my face. I know what your thinking, am I abused? Hell no, I just can't cut my arms. I am a self harmer and I am not proud of it at all; I have to though, it's my payback for being a worthless human.
I make small slits in my right cheek once a month, as punishment. For being weak, not standing up for myself. For letting them get to me. I can't do it on my arms, doctor visits make it impossible, but I can cover my face. I've gone numb to the pain, which I can't tell if it's a good or bad thing. It's like I've become so used to the routine, it's as easy as getting a cup of coffee, so normal. Worthless, a voice whispered In my ear. I'm starting to become accustomed to this demon haunting my thoughts, whispering insults in my ear. it's only voicing my sick conscious.
I popped open my locker and sadly as soon as I did Jason walked in the door. I have the sudden urge to run into his arms and tell him I needed him, but I can't I have to push him away. I had let down my defences yesterday and I can't do that again. I had to stay strong. Weakling, the demon whispered In my ear.
Only this time it wasn't a demon, it was real. Reyna. My very own torturer. All she needed was a black hooded coat and a sythe, she could totally death. She was the death of me. She shoved me into the lockers, her witches behind her. They were the top dogs of the school; Reyna Amerez was the queen bee. Basically the most cliche highschool girl you would ever meet. Behind her stood Rachel Elizabeth Dare and Drew Thornton. Rachel had red fiery hair that was as stiff as board falling down her back. Her green eyes glared at me in a frightening way. Drew was twirling a piece of her black hair around her finger staring straight at her nails. She was not the smartest of the group.
Reyna stood looking over me, staring straight down at me. She was a good three inches taller than me usually, but with black six in hooker heels she was a good nine to ten inches higher than me. She had her black hair in a braid down her left shoulder, it contrasted with her brown eyes. She was wearing a low cut tank top, low enough you could see the top of her push up bra. She was wearing the tightest jeans in the world, seriously. Like that's a fucking accomplishment if you can get those on.
"Well look what the cat dragged in, what do you think girls? Shouldn't we throw the trash back out?" Reyna smirked down at me like she just made the world's best insult. I was tired of her shit, but I couldn't make a scene. That would pull far too much attention towards me. So I get bullied daily by the school's very own sluts. I wouldn't be surprised if they stripped in the cafeteria for entertainment.
"I think the trash can is over there, Reyna," Rachel piped up in her squeaky voice. Sounded like cat nails on a chalk board.
"Really?" Reyna pretended to ponder my 'punishment',"well, let's clean the environment and pick up some trash."
She whistled very loudly and Luke Castellean and his buddy Ethan Nakurama stepped out of the shadows wearing there varsity jackets. Jocks. They walked over to me and while Luke pulled the nubs from my oxygen tank out of my nose Ethan picked me up by my waist. I started to kick wildly, hoping to make sure no more Ethan spawns could be made. Too late though, Luke tossed my tubes on the ground and grabbed my legs as Ethan grabbed my arms. They carried me towards the trash and I had to stop fighting, because without oxygen I was going to pass out. With one swift motion they tossed me in. It reeked like a dead carcass in here.
"Well boys, our work here is done," Reyna stated while turning on her heel and sashaying out. They rest of her crew walked out after her.
I began to attempt getting out of there but I had no oxygen, I was tired from putting up a fight, and due to the smell I couldn't really get in a good breath. Then I got an idea, I saw Jason walk in here before this happened so many he will find me. Wait, bad idea. I couldn't let him see me vulnerable again, that would be the death of me. I slowly grabbed the edge of the trash can and with one final breath I pulled hard and somehow ended up out of the trash. I smelled like sewage, and I felt like a piece of shit. I was a complete worthless loser. Sitting there letting Reyna get to me again. I kicked as hard as I could at locker before falling over. I really needed some air.
I started to scoot over to my tubes, I was panting right now. I desperately needed a good breath. I grabbed the tubes and shoved them into place. I leaned my back up against the lockers behind me taking slow breaths. That could have been really bad. If I didn't get to air faster I would probably of blacked out and if no one found me, I would've slowly died. It wouldn't feel too bad. No one would miss me, I had no siblings, my mother left me, no friends. I cared for my father, but he was away enough he wouldn't of noticed immediately. I was worthless, nothing in the world would have changed if I was gone.
As I was thinking I didn't notice two people walk through the entrance doors. The voices sounded familiar, male and female. I was too tired to open my eyes and see who they were though, but I had a feeling. I heard soft footsteps coming towards me. They stopped in front of me and I opened my eyes. As they adjusted I notice two familiar black and blond haired people.
Annabeth Chase and Percy Jackson, the only two people that seem to make a very large effort to be my friend. I wouldn't let them though, I would ruin them, make their lives hell. They were both popular people in the since Percy was basically the second hottest guy in our school, he used to be first but because a certain person I'm questioning his rank. He had black hair that was always messy but in a cute way. He adorned sea green eyes that sparkled with amusement. Annabeth was almost the exact opposite, she had perfectly curled blond hair and startling gray eyes. They were the absolute best couple though. Their faces light up at the mention of each other's name and when it come to looks they gave each other it was complete adoration.
"Oh, Piper what happened?" Annabeth asked me crouching down to look me in the eyes. I wouldn't meet hers though I had to get out of here. I can't let them in.
"Nothing, I'm fine," I said back to her getting up and quickly walking down the hall to Chiron's room.
"Piper! Wait!" Annabeth called back to me, but I didn't turn around I opened Chiron's door and the last glimpse I got of them was Percy holding Annabeth to his chest whispering to her.
"I just want to help her. I want to know her," Annabeth said looking back down the hall while I shut the door.
I leaned against the door with my hand still gripping the handle so tight it hurt. I let out a long sigh, it tore me apart that I left them standing there, upset. I couldn't do that to them though, I couldn't make them be friends with me, I wouldn't let them. I would become a burden to them, I couldn't destroy them. I was cursed, everything I touched seemed to shatter before my eyes. I feel like I have nothing to hold on to. As I put my hand up to grip the edge, to save myself from falling, my fingers slip. It feels like I'm desperately clawing at ice, trying to find a way to hold on, but ultimately failing.
I opened my eyes to find Chiron sitting at his desk grading papers, and to my surprise Jason sitting in the back of the room reading a book. I took a deep breath and stood straight walking over to the back of the room, sitting beside of a window, as far from Jason as possible. I slipped out my sketchbook, I draw. It's a way of releasing my demons. I feel if I draw them they would become imprisoned in the paper, unable to escape. I slowly sketched out a girl, she had her knees brought up to her chest, her hands were gripping her head, tangled in her hair. I then sketched out a swirling black mist swirling around her head and gradually becoming larger as it went higher on the page. I then started shading in my drawing as the bell rung.
People filed into the class like soldiers, well other than the fact they were extremely loud. I suddenly had a massive headache and started fishing around in my bag for some Advil. I popped two pills in my mouth and with a sip of water swallowed them down. I glanced up at the window, the day was cloudy, but not rain clouds. They were bright white clouds, the kind you see in cartoons where castles sat on top of them. I wish I was a bird sometimes, because I could explore the world, and maybe find a kingdom in the sky.
Chiron started to call out roll, but he didn't say my name. He always skips over it because I'm always early. He knows if I'm here or not, he also knows if he called attention to me I would gut him. I know I seem about as violent as a bunny, but if you pissed me of I would tear you limb from limb. After he finished with roll everyone was allowed to talk, our homeroom was only thirty minutes, due to the fact it's basically for announcements and roll call. I pulled my sketchbook back out and flipped to the picture I was working on. I had finished coloring my demons in and now I was busy detailing the untied converse on the girl's feet. That's when someone tapped on my shoulder, I ignored them and focused back on my drawing, I was going to finish it this period I hoped. That's when someone tapped me again, they were starting to irritate me. The next time they tapped me I whipped my head around pissed. Only to meet a pair of electric blue eyes.
"What?" I hissed. There was no way I was going to talk to him, I'll make him stop and get on with my life. He put his hands up in surrender.
"I was just asking if you felt okay," Jason told me, he looked sincere but I wasn't letting him in again.
"I'm fine, now I'm busy so goodbye," good, less than ten words. That usually makes people stop pestering me.
I turned back to my work leaving a worried looking Jason to stare at my back. I had now moved on to the girl's hair which was long and some bunches up in her hands that were on her head. I drew for the rest of the period, trying to ignore the little burning feeling I had in my heart from when Jason tapped me. It was so childish, all he had to do was tap me and somehow it made me feel super giddy. I gathered all my shit up when the bell rung and booked the hell out of there.
I was walking to my locker when I heard her voice. She couldn't just leave me alone, I had already wasted a third of a bottle of perfume because of her. She was a total bitch and I was tired of it.
"Hey, I thought we already cleaned up the trash today Bitch," Reyna pulled me roughly by my shoulder forcing me to turn around.
"And I already thought the bus left for slutville, but I guess you'll have to catch the 12:00 o'clock," I replied glaring at her, okay where did that come from. I never talked back to her before.
"Well look who got a mouth, turns out worthless whores can talk," she told me and spit in my face, I couldn't do anything about it though, Ethan and Luke held my arms back. I still had free reign of my legs though, and I stomped as hard as I could on her prada shoes. She yelped and growled at me, refocusing her glare.
"You are asking for it, McLean," she then slapped me right across my face. Ouch. It didn't hurt too much really I'm basically numb, I can barely feel pain.
I then broke from the grasp of the two man-whores holding me down and turned on my heel. I walked down the hall to my next class holding my head high. There would definitely be a red mark tommarow, but I didn't care. Nothing a little makeup couldn't fix.
Let's skip to lunch, I sit in the school tower when I eat lunch. It's the farthest place from everybody and high enough where it's quiet and windy. I love the wind, it gives the illusion of running when it's pushing in your face. So, anytime it's windy you'll find me outside.
Now you might be wondering, why does Reyna hate me? I honestly couldn't tell you. She just seems to single me out as the sick kid. So I am easy to mess with if I don't have my tubs. She's picked on me everyday since freshmen year. It was the end of seventh grade when I stopped trying to make friends, I was twelve then. I'm not going to tell you the sob story though, it's nothing special. I just got tired of trying so I stopped trying. End of story. Reyna has forever picked on me because I was an easy target. I had no friends, so no one was there to stick up for me. I just gave up trying to stop her, today was the first day in years I retorted a comment to her in years. I was just as surprised as her.
All this sudden I heard footsteps coming up the stairs to the tower. I was the only person who knew that there was a way up here. It was freaking me out, like what if someone followed me? What if it's one of Reyna's goons coming to push me of the tower. I armed myself with a large stick sitting on the ground and stood up slowly. I walked towards the entrance and was ready to strike. The intruder came into sight and...
"Whoa!" Jason caught the stick right before it hit his head, that could have been nasty. Suddenly I felt really bad. I just about gave a very attractive person a concussion.
"Sorry! I thought you were someone else," I apologized quickly, I'm hoping he's not mad.
"I didn't mean to scare you, I was just exploring and found a staircase," Jason told me setting the branch down on the ledge beside us.
"You just stumbled upon a hidden staircase?" I did not believe him at all.
"Yes?" He said. I think he was trying to sound confident but it came out as a question.
"Sure..."
"Are you calling me a liar?" He was horrible at lying.
"You don't deserve the title of liar, your basically dishonored all liars with your horrible skills," I said looking him straight in the eye.
"That hurt," he told me holding a hand over his heart like he was wounded.
"But seriously, how did you find this?" I really was confused, unless...
"I saw you come here and I followed you," He told me rubbing the back of his neck nervously. I just realized I was talking to him. That's not okay I have to get out of here. My whole body was screaming at me to stay but part of my brain told me to get out of here before I fall apart again.
"Well, um, I have to..uh.. go," I stumbled over my words pointing at the door.
"Okay..I just-uh I wanted to..." He trailed off with his sentence and I took that as an opportunity to leave. I went quickly down the steps ignoring Jason's calls for me to come back. I did not need this right now.
The rest of my classes passed quickly so I could get home. I didn't feel like going home today though, it was Friday. I hopped onto the subway that took me to the edge of town. I then hailed a taxi and gave them an adress. The driver took me out of the city down a dirt road and parked in front of an old house. I paid and thanked him before climbing out.
I skipped the house completely and went behind it to a forest. There was one path going through the trees. I started to follow the pathway, while I was walking I admired all the old trees and flowers spreading around me. This was the place I went when my life got way to fucking confusing.
I broke out of the trees into a clearing, right in the middle was a large lake surrounded by hills and trees. On the closest tree to the water sat an old wooden swing. My dad owned this land, before I was diagnosed we used to spend summers out here. I would sit on the swing while my dad pushed me. I remember screaming,'Higher! Higher!' at my dad while he sent me flying above the trees. I missed those days.
I sat down carefully on the old swing. I wish I could still swing, but with my tubes I couldn't get a foot of the ground without tangling and ripping my tubes from my nose. I sat here listening to the birds chirp, staring at the water like it would fix my problems. I had one fucked up life.
Once the sun started to peak over the mountains I called a taxi and sat on the front porch while waiting. I wasn't sure what to do about Jason. He looked like he wanted to ask me something, but I took off before he could ask. I couldn't let him though. Me answering questions would mean a conversation, and conversing lead to friendship. That can not happen. I wasn't ready to have a friend. I couldn't have a friend. Yet, I wanted a friend.
The taxi pulled up interrupting my thoughts, I climbed in pulling the door shut behind me. On the drive back all I did was stare outside at the scenery flashing by. I would just play this by ear, I decided. The taxi pulled up beside my apartment and I climbed out, I walked up to my room and opened the door. I hadn't eaten dinner yet and it was 9:00 o'clock at night. I started to mix some chicken stir fry up when my phone started ringing. I didn't get calls often so it could only be one person. Caller ID confirmed my suspicions.
"Daddy?" I asked.
"Pumpkin? I haven't heard your voice in a long time! I have great news,"
"Really? Tell me!" usually when he says this it means he's visiting. His visits are always great.
"I'm coming home for the next month, I'm taking a short leave for my baby," he told me. A month?! He usually only comes for a few days. I was glad I decided to have a guest room installed here.
"A whole month?"
"Yup, all for you,"
"Wow, I'm so happy when do you get in?" I asked while seasoning my stir fry.
"Tommarow!" He told me. I squealed, and I never squealed. I just couldn't contain myself. I missed my dad so much it hurt.
"Well, I have to get off the phone! I need to clean, I'll pick you up at the airport?"
"Of course baby, see you tommarow Piper." He then hung up the phone.
I jumped up and down and finished making the stir fry. I took my portion and stuck the rest in a container for leftovers. I was so excited to see my dad again tommarow it hurt.
Right before I went to bed I went to the bathroom. I took out my razor blade and stood in front of the mirror. I slowly pressed down on my right cheek twice making two lines. The first was for Reyna throwing me in the trash. I was trash that needed to be thrown away. The second was for the slap.Worthless.
Worthless.