Masked hearts

by ReeReeWithAngst

Octavian survives the explosion and is banished from Camp Jupiter, forcing him to live at Camp Half Blood. The campers can't figure out who is being punished, them or Octavian, and practically refuse to help, but one Oracle forces her way into his battered soul. (cheesy little description I know, sorry) (With Silverhuntresses)

10. Chapter 10

Chapter 10-Octavian

She left me with my knife. I didn't know what to do. My eyes were getting better and... Today I saw her face...

I kept trying to remember it as I sobbed into the pillow.

I kept trying to figure out what risk meant.

Because...

Well...

I might care about her.

I... Might...

I cry.

I cry harder then I have ever cried before and I have cried floods of tears.

I have cried until my tears ran out.

I have cried about everything.

The people at camp.

They didn't see me cry.

If they did it was because I was weak and they made fun of it.

Not everyone was mean when I was a child.

But the older I got the less okay it was for me to cry.

So I bottled it up for special occasions.

Really bad days and Temple nights.

When no one could see me. I never let anyone see me cry after awhile.

They would laugh.

I hated that.

I hated them.

Stuffed animals were my audience.

The ones who knew too much I mutilated.

I had a new audience every week.

Sometimes I wish I could do it with people.

Once I did.

Her name was Gwen.

I didn't actually hate Gwen.

Gwen wasn't horrible to me.

Gwen wasn't horrible to anyone.

She would go in to the New Rome Walmart and dance through the candle aisles.

Gwen could have been my friend. Might've been my friend, if I talked to her.

But they wouldn't let me.

Freak. Augur.

Not allowed in social circles.

Barely allowed to sit with Reyna at dinner.

So usually I didn't.

I'd sit by myself.

Or eat in my room.

Or not.

It didn't matter.

It never mattered.

I've never mattered.

She left me with my knife.

I take it.

I hold it.

It's pretty.

I've always thought that.

Like Rachel's eyes.

She has such beautiful eyes...

I've always thought my knife was the prettiest thing in the world.

But have you seen Rachel's eyes?

I have.

I did.

Today.

I take my knife.

I always wished I could mutilate humans like I could the bears.

I take my knife.

I hold it.

I think about Rachel's eyes.

I hope I get to see them again.

But I don't know.

I take my knife.

I use it.

It burns.

I've been waiting for this my whole life.

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Interesting format for this chapter... I like it. Do you guys?