It has been exactly one week. One week after Will was gone.
During this time, I have been doing what Jason helped me realize I needed: try to find him.
I have been trying to find clues of where he might be; be it here, in the Camp or in New York. However, I did not find anything yet. That is why I planned on going to the underworld today. Maybe I could talk to the dead, they will probable know something. I just need to find the right one and try not to get myself killed.
I know Will would hate me for doing this, according to him I'm still not fully recovered from the time I went away. But it is my last option. I NEED to find him. And I will find him.
I pack some shirts, boxers and food on a bag, just to make sure I have enough to survive if I discover something and have to go for a trip.
I wonder what Jason will do when he discovers I'm not in the Camp. He will probably freak out and even if I come back after a few hours, he might kill me. We have gotten very close these past months, and after Will was gone our relationship only got stronger. I think I just needed a friend to rely on, and that friend was Jason.
Once I have everything ready I take a look around my room, I have a feeling, deep inside, that I will not be seeing it anytime soon.
With one last sigh I take a step back and submerge myself in the shadows, waiting for them to surround me and, soon enough, I'm drowning in darkness.