I heard muffled voices, but was unsure of who they belong to. My head swam. As it steadied my hearing un-muffled it and I could hear the voices slightly clearer, though they were still slightly muffled.
"…god?" one voice asked. It sounded male.
"I…ron," another male voice said, "He's…ke ours."
"What….an?" a female voice asked.
"It's…ity."
I opened my eyes, which were very blurred. Once it cleared-which must have taken a full minute- I looked around and spotted 3 people.
The first male was about 16 with messy black hair and sea green eyes. He wore an orange t-shirt that read "Camp Half-Blood", knee-length blue shorts and flip-flops.
The second person, the other male, was about my age and had messier black hair and matching eyes. He wore a black 'Day of the Dead' shirt-complete with dancing skeletons wearing sombreros-black jeans and black sneakers. A skull ring was on his right hand. Over this he wore a dark aviator's jacket. His skin was a deathly pale color.
The female was also about 16, with golden blonde curls that fell past her shoulders and stormy grey eyes. She wore the same as the first boy. She and he were holding hands.
On instinct, I glared at them. "Where the bloody hell am i?"
The three turned to me. "Oh, you're awake," the female said.
"Thank you captain obvious!"
"You're very much welcome, Lieutenant sarcasm!"
The first boy interrupted us. "My name is Percy Jackson. These are Annabeth Chase and Nico Di' Angelo."
A head poked through the door. It was a man with balding grey hair.
"Can I speak to you three?" he asked.
"Sure." They left.
I took the chance and lifted the sleeve of my steel grey shirt, staring at the multiple cuts-old and new-decorating my wrist.
Perhaps I owe an explanation? See, my mom started abusing me after I told her I was gay. I was pretty blunt about it too. She, however, was already angry about the fact that my dad-whoever the bastard is-got her pregnant and vanished, even more so because I apparently look like him. So the fact that I'm gay? For her, that was the last straw.
…and so began the abuse. It was then I started cutting. I've even contemplated suicide several times-but for some reason, something-I'm not sure what-has always stopped me.
Percy, Annabeth and Nico came back in and I quickly lowered my sleeve.
"Nico will show you around," Percy said, "Then you are to come back to the Big House, 'kay? And one more thing-welcome to Camp Half-Blood."