Yes, I've failed to follow my update schedule already.

Am I a failure? Absolutely.

Do you guys still love me? I hope so?

Disclaimer: Any characters not created by me are owned by Rick Riordan.

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My eyes shot open, still reeling from the dream I just had. I quickly ran my fingers along my face and body, making sure I wasn't still an invisible dream-being.

"La-la-la," I said, my nerves calming a bit once I heard the sound of my own voice.

I sighed a bit in relief, and scanned my surroundings, noticing that I was led on a bed, in a dimly-lit, carpeted room. Immediately, I recognized the window to my left, as well as the cheap blue shades that covered it.

Then, I remembered more: The wood-chipped door directly across from me, the black dresser from Ikea on my left, and the small doorway that led to the bathroom, as well as my closet, to the far right of the room.

I smirked, and sat up.

"Home sweet home."

I immediately regretted that decision, however, when I felt a denseness in the back of my pants get crushed, and began to course into the right pant of my leg. It was then when my sense of smell appeared to have returned, immediately being assaulted by the rampant smell of shit.

"C'mon, cuz!" I exclaimed, raising my behind from off of my bed, trying to avoid any permanent damage being done to the mattress.

That stain was totally not something I wanted to explain to the future Mrs.

I turned to my left, and looked towards the top of my dresser, and saw my small, electronic clock that was set there. It read 1:34, a little over two hours until Renee was done with her classes. That made me a bit sad, knowing that I'd have to wait a bit before seeing my sister again, the only person I'd missed for practically a year. It was also gnawing at me at how bad I wanted to reveal to her that I was still alive, because I knew how bad she was when she was sad.

Depression hits us all differently. But for my sister, it was pretty rough. She never was the self-harm type (or if she was, she hid it extremely well), but she would definitely let her emotions get the best of her. She had smoked since she was a kid, but it was something she had cut down on a lot as she matured.

During tough times that would change, as she would run through a pack of cigs as easily as a bag of chips. Not only that, but she'd treat eating as a chore rather than a necessity. She'd settle for no more than two meals a day, always claiming that she just "wasn't that hungry". It was heartbreaking, and something I hated to see her go through.

I'd only seen it a few times, all of them while we lived with our aunt, but regardless of how long it'd been, I still knew Renee. I knew and loved her more than anything or anyone in the world, much like she did me.

But, despite all of that, I ultimately decided that greeting my sister in some soiled pants was something I didn't want to do, so maybe the extra time was a good thing. And plus, there was always the possibility that Renee was home, and just decided to skip class or something.

I looked around my darkened room, and nodded to myself. This would also give me some time to try and understand what in the fuck happened to me in that dream. So, making sure to not let my behind drop back onto the bed, I used my forearms and hands to shift towards the edge of my bed, and waddle my way towards the bathroom.

I'll refrain from elaborating on how I dispensed of my shit-ridden clothes; just know that fire and the toilet was involved somehow.

Afterwards, I climbed in the shower, smiling when I saw that Renee had put some fresh wash and shampoo in there for me.

I swear, we had some sort of telepathy.

I turned the water on, adjusted the knob to a bit below the maximum heat, and stood under the shower head, as water ran down my face and body. I breathed through my mouth with slow breaths, as my brain was continually assaulted by my thoughts, theories, and fears of what I'd experienced just a few minutes before.

The first thing I remembered was the prophecy; the one that was as long and as cryptic as a Bible verse.

Was that the prophecy mother was talking about? I explicitly remembered her saying something along the lines of:

"It's time for the prophecy to be fulfilled, whether Zeus likes it or not."

Actually, it wasn't along the lines of that. That was absolutely the exact lines she said!

And whether I liked it or not, it sounded like I was certainly going to be the one it was centered around. Or, at least one of the people it was.

I didn't remember it word for word, which I would probably regret later, but I did remember a few parts of the prophecy. The ones that stuck with me as the most, "out there". Well, for me at least.

1: A "war among men", one that was gonna be pretty bad if gods and goddesses were gonna get involved. Was that going to be the Titans uprising that my mother was talking about? If it was, then wouldn't just demigods and gods be the ones fighting? Why did WWII get brought up?

If it was the Titans uprising, then who was lying in wait? In the next line it said something about a "true threat" waiting for the Olympians to take the bait, like a mousetrap with some cheese left in it. Was Kronos the one who was waiting, and another war was gonna come before it? Or was it someone completely different?

And 2: The "son of the traitor" bit. That had to be me, since that's practically what I've been going by these days. I'd been called a traitor's son so many times that I should've just changed it to my fucking last name.

"Roll check! Uh, let's see here … Percy Jackson?"

"Nah, that name's deaded. Call me Percy Traitorsson."

"Oh, okay. Is that Welsh?"

I know that wasn't funny, but don't judge. This is how I cope.

There were a few things that surrounded this oh so mysterious "son of a traitor", most prominently the bit about him being the one to take the burden of what truly "threatens the globe". I was hoping that all I'd have to do was bring this evil person's groceries inside or something, or take his ugly, acne-ridden daughter that no one wants to touch to homecoming.

It sounded like some bullshit, especially since I knew I was probably gonna die if this whole thing was actually going to happen. Carrying "the burden" of saving the world sounded pretty serious. Sure, it was cool when Will Smith did it in I Am Legend, but at the end of the day I was still a kid.

I wanted to go through my life, make sure Renee married a cool dude, and be the best uncle ever for her kids. I wanted to have a few girlfriends, fuck a few bitches, you know, the normal stuff. Then, eventually maybe I'd settle down, get a 9-5 mechanic job or something, have some kids on my own, a bomb-ass wife. You know, live life.

I wouldn't mind giving my life for someone I cared about, like my sister. But for the world? Why would I willingly do that? If I was going by the reputation that propheties gave from movies, I probably didn't have a choice. But if I did, why would I save a bunch of people I didn't know? I didn't care about them. Maybe it was a terrible thing to say, but it was the truth. Me nor my sister had ever been given anything, by anyone, in our entire lives. All we've ever had was each other, and honestly, the only person to have ever helped us was our late father with his fucking will.

We had lived a rough life, and the only thing that this world had ever given us was one lesson: Always look out for yourself, and those that you care about.

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I'm guessing that you're confused. I'm not supposed to think this way, am I?

You're probably right, but we'll get to that later.

But like I said, it probably would end up not being my choice, so who cares. I'll just try to get some cheeks in the meantime, that way I wouldn't have to die a virgin.

Talking about virgin, I felt like I remembered hearing something about one. Maybe I would be in that part of the prophecy, and a completely different traitor would be the one who would deal with that "burden". Wouldn't that've been nice?

However, luck was never something I had been considered to have unfortunately, killing any false hope that even thought about developing.

And lastly, there was that Artemis woman.

Oh man, what a goddess she was. Literally.

The simple thought of her made my heart rate quicken, and made little-Percy get excited. I was honestly about to do some of the old "naughty-naughty" right there in the shower, but then I stopped myself when a thought came to my mind.

Well, two.

The first was the realization of who Artemis was. I remembered in Mr. Brunn-

Oh, yeah.

I remembered in Chiron's class, one of the units' being about all the maiden goddesses from Greek mythology. There were a surprising amount, but the main three were Artemis, Athena, and Hestia. I forgot a bunch from that chapter, but one of the main things that stuck with me was the crazy stuff that guys went through if they even tried doing something crude in relation to those three.

Especially Artemis. First there was that Orion guy, who got turned into a constellation just because Apollo was jealous of his sister liking him …

Or was it Artemis that made him a constellation, because Apollo killed him? I didn't remember, but that's irrelevant. Either way, he died, and got turned to some stars for basically no reason.

Then, there was that one guy who saw her naked by accident (because she was bathing in the fucking wilderness), and as a punishment was turned to a deer, and then eaten alive by some hounds. Who he owned.

So yeah, I was cool with just watching some porn later instead.

What I wasn't cool with was the end of my dream though, and the fact that this Artemis woman knew that I was there the entire time. I don't know why she didn't say or do anything, or why she was expecting for me to "explain" myself. She clearly knew what was going on with me, so what did I have to explain? I was just dreaming!

I shook my head, realizing how fucked up this whole situation was. I agreed with that Ares dude, this sounded like a complete shit show. One that I don't want to be in the middle of.

Well, for now I can't do anything. All I could do at that point was wait for my sister to get home, and see what happens from there. Then apparently she'll take me to Long Island, where there's some sort of camp for demigods.

Or was it Rhode Island? Who cares, it's somewhere up there. (A/N: I totally fucked up in the second chapter by saying CHB was in Rhode Island. My B.)

Oh yeah, and there's also my bed sheets I should probably go change. Plus, the water had begun getting cold, so I decided that my shower meditation session was over. I quickly soaped my body and hair, rinsed off, and climbed out of the shower. I dried myself off, and wrapped the towel around my waist, and walked out the bathroom.

I stepped into my dark bedroom again, nearly stepping right back out when its smell hit my face. "Oh, god," I said, waving the air from my face. Who knew eating all your siblings made your shit rancid?

I practically tore all of the bedsheets from off my bed, and tossed them onto the floor in front of my door. I then went to my closet, picked out some sweatpants, underwear, and an old Allen Iverson jersey, and a set of sheets and pillowcases for my bed. I threw the clothes on, and then went on to clothe my bed.

Once I was done, I then went to my bathroom again, and returned with a bottle of air freshener in my hand, quickly assaulting any shit-smelling particle that plagued the air. Once I was done, tossed the bottle onto my bed, and grabbed the sheets that were by my door, before walking out.

With the poopy sheets in my hand, I walked down a small hallway. I passed Renee's room on my left, before walking into our living room, which was completely trashed. Empty liquor bottles were littered everywhere, from beer, to whiskey, to cheap wine. Half of them weren't even empty, with Renee probably just trying them, but hating the taste and stopping halfway through. And just like I thought, there were already an empty cart of cigarettes beside our couch, with plenty of empty packs surrounding it.

This was a lot trash though, way too much for me to have only been dead for a single day. Maybe time went by differently in Tartarus?

And then my eyes shifted to our couch, where I saw on it …

"Cocaine?!"

No fucking way. There was no way that I saw on our loveseat a fucking pile of cocaine. There was no way. I refused to believe it. I quickly ran to where the washing machine was, to the right of the front door, and threw the sheets in. I quickly spread it out as evenly as I could, and turned it on, as water began to spill in.

I ran back to the living room, and knelt beside the coach. A sigh left my throat when I realized that it was cocaine, but rather an extremely white, fluffy pillow that Renee must've bought while I was gone. It looked kind of strange against the brown couch, and the fact that nothing in the apartment, including the walls, was this white. But, it looked really comfortable.

I stood up, and was about to collapse directly on top of this pillow, when I heard a groan, and a pathetic excuse for a growl come from this "pillow". Immediately, I jumped, as I remembered the gift that my mother had given to me before I left her lair. I got on my knees again, as I eyed my German shepherd puppy, who appeared to have woken up.

She raised her head, and looked towards my direction, her eyes still shut. She groaned again, before putting her head down. A smile formed across my face, as I began to run my hand through her soft coat. "Wow, you're a pretty girl, aren't you?"

She really was, her black nose wiggled as she breathed, and her huge ears hung over the top of her head, too heavy for her tiny body. I poked her nose, and laughed a bit when she shifted her head in probable annoyance. "You hungry, baby?"

When the question left my mouth her tail wagged once, and she shifted a bit.

I'll take that as a yes. I looked around the room, and saw a black bag I'd never seen before, on the floor by the tv. I guessed that it was my mother's, so I walked over to it, and picked it up, slightly surprised at how heavy it was. I carried it over to the couch, and sat it on the floor, sitting down beside the puppy.

"Alright, let's see what's in here."

I unzipped the bag, and looked inside, seeing a gigantic book inside. With two hands, I lifted it out of the bag, and looked at the cover.

"Dead Language Who? Learn Latin from the Ancient Romans!" I read out, adjusting my voice to capture the true essence of the textbook's title.

"This thing is huge," I said. "Pause."

I quickly flipped through the pages, stopping midway into the 900's. "Yeah, fuck that." I dropped the book back into the bag, and zipped up the pocket again. "Where is the bottle?"

I transitioned towards the front of the bag, and opened the smaller pocket there. I nodded my head, seeing a baby bottle with a cap on the top of it, to keep any milk from spilling out. "Bingo kazooie."

I grabbed the puppy with one hand, and placed her in the crook of my arm, as I took the cap off the bottle. She moaned in disagreement, trying and failing miserably to get away from me. "Oh, calm down you princess."

I put the nipple of the bottle to her mouth, stopping her mini-tantrum immediately, as she latched around it and began to suck. As the puppy began to chug the milk, I noticed once again that milk did not drain from the bottle. I quickly remembered my mother saying that it was blessed, which probably meant it didn't need to be refilled.

Which was good, because I honestly would have no idea where to get enchanted German shepherd milk from.

I looked down at the puppy, to see milk spilling out the side of her mouth as she went to town on the bottle. Still carrying her, I walked towards the kitchen, grabbing a paper towel sheet. I took the bottle from out of her mouth, and placed it on the counter beside me, trying to clean the mess she had made.

She clearly didn't appreciate it, as she began to whine and squirm around in my arm again. "Calm down, you can't have everything your way." After cleaning the mess and giving the bottle of milk back to the puppy, I walked back towards the couch, and sat down.

I looked down at her, and smiled as I studied her tiny, furry body. "Now, I need to find a name for you." I began to manifest a list of possible names in my head, as I continued to bottle-feed the puppy.

I had always liked girl names, I didn't know what it was. For one, I had always had the idea in my head of getting with some foreign girl with a long, sexy, and dangerous name. Like Evanna or something. Or Gisele. I liked the name Gisele.

Then there was the fact that I had lived with women all my life. And by that, I meant only women. Whether that was with my aunt for eight years, or living with my sister for four years after that. I thought of my aunt's name, Claudia.

I liked it. But honestly, too much baggage came with that name. Too much history. Plus, I didn't think that my sister would like it.

I thought of the name Rachel, which was the name that belonged to Amy's mother. As nice as it was, it was just too generic for my liking (no offense to the Rachels out there).

Maybe I should just see how her personality is, then I'll choose a name. That sounded like a reasonable plan.

After a few minutes of bottle-feeding, I felt the constant feeling of the puppy's drinking stop. Figuring she was done, I took the bottle from her mouth, nodding in satisfaction when she didn't begin to fuss about. I leaned forward, and placed the bottle on the table in front of me.

I laid back on the couch, and began to tickle the puppy's nose with my pointer finger. Then, a thought came to my head. "When was the last time you took a crap?"

Immediately as I said that, my vision suddenly darkened, making me panic for a moment. After a second, my vision cleared, as I was introduced to my mother once again, only this time caring for my puppy.

I opened my mouth to say something, only to find myself mute, just like in my dream a few hours ago. In this vision, she was sitting in a chair, with the puppy in her arm, much like I did. She held a damp paper towel in her hand, and turned the puppy over, before rubbing the paper towel on the dog's butthole. After a few wipes, she threw it on the ground beside her, and then grabbed another paper towel. She turned the dog over again, and placed the new paper towel underneath the dog, allowing waste to fall out and onto the paper. Immediately after catching the poop, Hecate put the same paper towel as before underneath the puppy's belly, catching pee as it poured out freely.

My vision turned black once again, and when it returned, I was back on my couch.

I looked around wildly. "What was that?"

Suddenly, my mother's words rang through my mind:

"... those are your siblings from the past. They are here to help you."

I let the words sink in, before nodding slowly. "Okay, I got it now." If they were gonna help me with all this mystic, crazy stuff that I have no idea about, then I was cool with it.

Hopefully they didn't see me naked though.

My attention shifted back towards the puppy. "You can't poop on your own? You really are a princess, aren't you?"

Once again, I carried the puppy into my kitchen. I ripped a few paper towels off the roll, putting one under the running water, soaking it.

After that, I aimed the puppy's ass towards the sink, and began to wipe the dog's butthole. After a few wipes, I threw the paper towel in the sink, and replaced it with a dry one. I waited a few seconds, before feeling wet poop fall into my covered hand. I resisted the urge to gag, putting the soiled napkin between her legs, and feeling pee spray out onto it. Once she was done, I threw both napkins in the garbage, and washed my hands thoroughly, somehow doing it with the princess still in my arm.

I dried my hands with the extra paper towels I had ripped off, threw them away, and sat back down on the couch. "You better hope I don't have to do that after every meal."

In response, the puppy groaned again, and attempted to writhe out from my arms. I thought that since she'd been a good girl that I'd let her do her own thing, so I placed her on the couch beside me. But, she ended up just curling up like before and going to sleep.

I shook my head and scoffed, as I looked around the room again, suddenly remembering how dirty it was. "Jesus Christ … I should probably clean this up."

So, I got up from where I was sitting, and walked to the kitchen to grab a black garbage bag. While I was over in that direction, I made sure to put the laundry detergent into the washing machine I had started.

I came back with a bag in my hand, and grabbed the tv remote, deciding to try and catch up on what's been going on in the area. I turned it on, adjusted the volume, and started picking up trash.

The end of a shitty, local commercial played, until the screen suddenly turned blue with big white letters reading: "Exclusive News Story". Cheesy news music played, until the screen shifted to a young-looking woman sitting behind a news desk full of papers.

"And finally, our top story for today: The awful crash that occurred above Philadelphia International Airport just three days ago."

I eyed the screen, as footage from a helicopter played, showing an aerial view of the airplane wreckage on an airport runway. My jaw dropped and I stumbled, as I lost a bit of my balance. "Holy shit."

Three days.

"After over 72 hours, the CEO of Delta Airlines has finally released a statement, regarding the freak accident that killed everyone on board."

That last part knocked me off my feet. I set the garbage bag down from my seated position, and hugged my knees close to my chest.

That poor little boy.

I felt my eyes water a bit, as my lip began to quiver in anger. A freak accident. More like a freak-caused accident. "Who kills that many innocent people for just one kid?"

A blue screen popped up on the screen, with a letter written by the CEO of the airlines. White lettering manifested beside it, allowing the viewer to read along as the news anchor read:

"These past 72 hours have been an absolute horror for us at Delta Airlines, and especially for the families of the victims of this tragic event. After three days of investigation, we have confirmed that the reason for the crash was a direct lightning strike, which was mysteriously undetected by our weather scanners. We at Delta are currently investigating what may have caused this malfunction, and we will work tirelessly to try and prevent any tragedy like this from ever happening again."

The blue screen disappeared, revealing the woman behind the desk once more. "It is currently unknown how the storm that caused the crash was not detected by the pilots of the plane, but as Delta has stated, they are currently investigating what may have caused that malfunction. We will have more info on the crash as investigations continue. This is-" Was the last thing I heard, before turning off the tv.

"Enough of that shit." I put the remote beside me, and covered my face with my hands, groaning loudly.

I couldn't believe that all of this had happened still, and all because of me. I shook my head, and stood up, the garbage bag in my hand again.

Well, no use sulking here and doing nothing.

So after a little while, I had picked all the trash in the condo that I could find, leaving Renee's room alone, since it was an unwritten rule to keep out of each other's rooms. I tied up the trash bag, and left it outside of the front door.

I locked it, and walked into the kitchen after my stomach had begun crying out for food. "Alright, alright … what is Percy J finna eat?"

I opened the refrigerator, and looked to the top shelf to find … another pack of beer.

"Goddamn, Renee." I wouldn't have been surprised if I walked into her room right then and found her passed out, too fucked up to even have gone to school.

I moved the case of beer so I could see the back of the fridge, only for it to be a complete waste of time, since nothing was there. I sucked my teeth, and looked to the bottom shelf, seeing that as usual there was no food there, only soda and water jugs. "C'mon, Ree-Ree."

I closed the fridge door, and opened the cupboard beneath the counter to the left of the fridge, grabbing one of the bucket-pans. There's gotta at least be some ramen here.

I went to our pantry, and opened it, to see a lot of Renee's stuff: protein bars, bagged popcorn, seltzer water, and a bunch of more stuff that I didn't like.

I searched for a few more minutes, before hanging my arms in defeat. I guess it made sense that none of my food was here, since she wasn't expecting to have her brother around any time soon.

Wow, that was a pretty dark thought.

So, I have to get food in my own way. Nice.

I turned around and put the pan back in the cupboard, when I suddenly heard a creak in the floor behind me.

"Percy?"

I jumped up from where I was, hitting the bottom of my back on the handle of the dishwasher. I turned around, and saw my sister, her eyes wide, and her hands shaking. She wore a black sweatshirt with sweatpants, with a pair of slides on her feet.

"Fuck Renee, you scared the shit out of me!" I said, rubbing my tailbone. "How the hell did you-"

My words were cut short, when suddenly I found myself in the tight embrace of my sister. I could hear her beginning to sob into my shoulder, and felt the tears running down my arm. "Please be real."

My eyes widened, as I quickly wrapped my arms around her, returning the embrace. "Hey, hey, hey … I'm real." I rubbed her back, feeling her spine through her layers of clothes. "See? Can you feel me?"

I felt her head back away from mine, as she stood face to face with me. I had grown since the last time I'd seen her, since now I was about an inch above her. Either that, or Hecate had completely fucked up my new body. Her tear-streaked skin was unusually pale, and dark bags hung beneath her usually bright blue eyes. She looked at me like I was a ghost, as if I was going to phase away at any second.

"Hey, why are you looking at me like that?" I asked.

She responded not with words, but by lunging forward, and planting a long kiss on the side of my face. Her embrace tightened again, as she planted her face into my shoulder again. A laugh escaped her lips, as her hands rubbed the back of my head. "You promise you're real?"

I smiled. "Duh. You think that I was gonna let myself die a virgin?"

She scoffed. "Shut up", she said, kicking the side of my leg playfully. "You have so much explaining to do."

"It's kind of a long story."

She simply hummed in agreement, her arms stayed locked around me. I didn't mind, instead relishing in the feeling of being inside my big sister's arms again.

"Did you stay home?" I asked. "I didn't hear the door open."

I felt her head shake. "No, I saw the garbage bag outside, and knew that someone was in here. You're lucky I didn't pepper spray you"

I hummed. "I see. Well, talking about that garbage bag, there was a lot of trash in here."

Her foot kicked the side of mine again. "Shut up, you know I'm not good with this stuff."

"Well, you can trash all that beer and stuff now. Because all your worries are gone." She laughed, and finally backed away from the embrace. "Or, you can give it to me to deal with. I'm the reigning champ of beer-chugging at Yancy now."

Renee eyed me dangerously, and turned around to leave the kitchen. "You better not be." She adjusted the thermostat, and gestured for me to follow. "Come sit with me, I missed you."

I nodded, following her out from the kitchen. "Okay, but I'm fucking starving though."

"Stop cursing," she said, turning back towards me. "I can order some Delly's to deliver, if you want."

Oh yeah, she missed me alright. Not only was she looking at me like I was Harry Styles, but she was offering to get me some cheesesteaks? I'd have to die more often.

"What do you think?" Was my only response.

Renee nodded, and grabbed her phone from out her pocket. She grabbed my hand, and walked me over to the couch, her eyes not even looking up from her phone. As she fell back to sit down on the couch, I caught her.

"Wait!"

She looked up at me, startled. "What?"

I eyed to the spot on the couch she was about to sit, which was exactly where the puppy had decided to sleep.

Renee looked down, back at me, and frowned. "I thought you just wanted to hold me."

I looked at her weird. "Uh, I can if you want?"

She pushed me off, and crouched down to where the princess was led. "What is this?"

"A dog?"

She gave me a stupid look. "No shit. Where did you get the dog?"

I smiled sheepishly, and began to scratch the back of my head. "Uh, well … you see, it's kinda part of that long story-"

"Hecate gave it to you?"

My eyebrows shot up. "Wha-" I stammered for a few moments. "You know about her?"

She sat on the couch, beside the puppy. She flipped her hair, as if she was bored. "Super pretty, purple eyes, black hair, a little taller than me?"

I stood there, dumbfounded, before nodding once.

"Whispers a lot? Has a weird snapping tick?"

Once again, I nodded.

She huffed, before standing up, and walking towards her room. "I wanted to spend some time with my brother, Hecate!" She yelled to no one in particular.

My eye twitched a bit, and I looked around the room strangely, as if my furniture was going to explain what the fuck was going on. "Huh?"

Renee didn't answer, and instead entered her room. After a few minutes, she came back out, with the same look of annoyance on her face. She carried in one hand a small, leather suitcase, and in the other …

A fucking handgun?

"Renee, what are you doing?" Did this whole experience mess with my sister's psyche that much?

She tossed the suitcase on the ground in front of me, and went to the kitchen table where she had placed her purse, placing the firearm inside. "I'm gonna go get food. When I come back, you better have that suitcase filled with only essentials." She eyed me. "A few outfits, none that you really care about, and essentials. Okay?"

The look in her eyes was seriously scaring me, so I just nodded to what she told me to do, regardless of the mountains of confusion that was being formed within my brain.

Renee nodded, and walked towards the door, purse on her shoulder. "Whiz without, right?" (A/N: Cheesesteak with that gooey cheese on top, without onions)

I nodded slowly, my jaw still hanging.

She opened the door, and walked out, before turning back towards me. "Oh, and brush your teeth, your breath kinda stank." She blew me a kiss. "Love you," she said, closing the door behind her.

My brain was fried, my stomach was aching, and now my breath stunk? I eyed the suitcase on the floor in front of me, before collapsing on the couch, not understanding any portion of my life anymore.

"Come sit with me, I miss you," I said, imitating Renee. I could just tell that my life was about to somehow get even more confusing.

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Hope you guys enjoyed that. Like I said, super sorry about not following the schedule, I will try to be better, I promise :'(

The past few days have been really shit for me, and I'm just feeling like the point I'm at in my life right now is really unbearable. It's a strange feeling, when you know you can end whatever is causing you distress, but really just don't want to deal with the ramifications of that action. Makes you really feel stuck. Hey, but at least it helps in writing super-realistic depressive scenes!

On that happy note, I'll go ahead and end the chapter here :) I'll do a review or two before I go.

dragonoid9810 said: "EiThEr EvErY tUeSdAy Or SuNdAy"

No one asked for your opinion on my inability to follow my own plans that I make throughout my life. Whether or not your bullying is warranted … is irrelevant.

Spoiler alert, I will probably not be updating every tuesday or sunday, as you can see I am posting this on a monday, two weeks after posting that author's note. Leave me alone. Just take that Tuesday or Sunday thing with a grain of salt. I'll probably update only on tuesdays and thursdays.

Maybe.

Thank you for your previous review though, and this one for that matter, it made me laugh when I read it. I, unlike many people, can take a joke.

OverLordRevan says: "great chapter. love the set up. Just remember that not everyone has to do a man hater. I prefer the more feminist approach."

I kinda just said that man hater thing as emphasis on their romance taking a long time. I'm not going to make her a man hater, since I think in PJO she's not one. She just doesn't really trust them I guess. Or want anything to do with them for that matter. But I think you can do that without being a man hater. I'm making a lot of shit OC in this, but I plan on making Artemis pretty close to the original. Other than her always being a 12 year old.

Anyways, chapter's over. Hope you enjoyed it. Please review.

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