Chapter fourteen

Hey, Starr here! I'm typing this on a computer at the library cause that's the only way I can update any of my stories. LOL I apologize for the delay but I hope this makes up for it! This is also from Apollo's POV again because a surprise guest comes in at the end...guess who…LOL anyways, on with the chapter.

APOLLO'S POV

You could hardly call it living, what I was doing. I did what you have to do to survive: ate, pooped, peed. But mostly I slept. And plucked pathetically at my guitar but that's not the point. I knew I was already lost on the road of depression and pretty soon if I didn't stop myself, I would be forever lost in its winding turns and gruesome flashes of memory that I so desperately wanted to escape. But I couldn't seem to find the exit. I didn't think I wanted to though, exactly. I know this seems utterly pitiful but I can't help it. Go ahead and call me whatever name pleases your malicious humor, I could hardly care.

As I strum the strings on my wretched guitar now, I feel the vibrations of sound shimmer through the air. I so desperately want to write a song, but I can't seem to find the words to it. Correction, I had the words but I just couldn't fit them together. I'd never had trouble writing a song in my life. Those sadistic goddesses! They will be the death of all of us, I swear it!

Broken…spoken…nothing seemed to fit! It was like I was trapped inside a never ending maze of puzzle pieces that could never be completed. I'd never liked puzzles. They took too much time and focus and effort when I could be oh, I don't know, wilting away down the road of despair and depression? Yes that sounded about right.

Through my haze of memory, I thought I distinctly heard a knocking at the front door. I was wondering why they couldn't just ring the doorbell when I dimly recalled disabling it. Wow, what a stupid move on my part.

I tried to ignore the ceaseless knocking but it seemed to grow ever more abrupt and irritating. It almost seemed as if it were…mocking me. The NERVE of it! How dare it mock me. ME! The great Apollo god of the sun!

Ha-ha-ha! It laughed ferociously. The ringing of it kept increasing in volume and I covered my ears to try to block it out.

Holding my head in a vain attempt to ease the throbbing inside, I stormed to the front door and yanked it open so hard and wildly that the hinges squealed in pain and the door rattled and moaned.

"WHY THE HELL DO YOU KEEP UP THIS INFURIATING KNOCKING?" I yelled at the person outside. I knew I had a wild and crazy look about me, not to mention that I smelled like the inside of a rum bottle.

Suddenly, like a shock of electricity, I finally focused enough to recognize who stood before me. The woman I had least expected to see-well, actually the second least person I expected to see-stood with her hands on her hips and raised a brow at me.

"Hello Apollo." She said, her voice vibrant. The twelve-year-old girl who stood almost a head shorter then me, smiled up at me.

Stunned into silence, mouth gaping open like a fish, I gasped and tried to form a sentence. Finally, I was able to actually speak but my voice was a croak when I spoke again.

"Little sister?"

TA-DA!