A headache signaled the hallucination before it came... so, naturally, Melody knew she had to leave the class. Problem was, Mr. Brunner was infamous for not letting people go... not that it mattered though, they were on a stupid bus on their way to a stupid museum. She had little choice, she had to endure. She was used to it, and being on a bus filled with dozens of idiots and awful teachers really wouldn't change anything.
Groaning softly, she leaned back and desperately ignored the waves of pain as the Hallucination overtook her.
'Maybe people will just assume I'm having really bad migraine...'
The World stretched out before her, miles and miles of beach. Screams echoed, mixing with the not so delicate waves crashing against the shore. Thunder cried above her head, wind tearing through her hair and sapping any warmth from her skin.
Rubbing her arms, she looked skyward and let out what could only be described as a soulful sigh of sheer sadness. " Just get over it..."
"Ms. Smith, are you alright?" Cold and Familiar, the voice of Ms. Dodds broke through the Hallucination and settled her aching head back in reality where she faced the hidieous looking lady. Tall and hunched with a leather jacket, the ladies face looked piggish and ruthless. Like she was a Nazi doctor missing the old days but with a serious leather fetish. "You were almost writhing. Will you have to skip the field trip?"
Slowly, Melody tried to shake her head, this was a game she had been playing for years."No, Ma'am. I'm having a migraine, but it wasn't so bad I can't function. My meds are helping me." Smiling with all the fakeness she could manage, Melody prayed for the irritating lady to accept her lie...well, partial lie anyway. The Hallucination wasn't as crisp or clear it could have been and that she was jogged out by Ms. Dodds meant that her new meds were at least working somewhat. Still, she was in a lot of pain.
Thankfully Ms. Dodds didn't care about anyone and so she nodded. " Very well." Then left, as if she could not be bothered by the extreme suffering of her student. Her slight smirk said that she might have even enjoyed it.
'What a witch... ugh, my head... I took too many ibuprofen this morning, I can't take anything else for another few hours... ugh... let's hope the lights aren't too bright.' Almost as if to mock her, the already crushing volume of the bus tripled, leaving it hard to breathe or think. 'Wonderful...'
I wish I knew, back then, how simple this suffering would feel to me...
I wanted to be a demigoddess, I mean it sounded amazing in books and movies... real life was something different entirely...
I would tell you, like Percy Jackson might, to close the book and hide if you even suspect that your of Divine stock
Unfortunately it's pointless, destiny will happen regardless of what you want.
The Fates own us and fighting is useless, only inviting pain.
Lay down and take it and hope you can pick up the pieces...
Unfortunately, I was never the kind of person to take advice like this,
No matter how much I wish I was.
Regardless if you take my advice or leave it is up to you,
if you really are a demigod you'll fight, those of Divine Blood can't help but fight.
It's what we're bred to do...
Like it or not...
No matter what we want, who we lose or what kind of monster we really are...
We fight
Until nothing is left
Sigh...
We never really learn...
Chapter End, tell me what you think in the reviews.
This is going to be soooo much fun and I am really proud of it. I am loving writing again, I missed this... so much...
Love, your Ninja Overlord,
Mika.