Em:

I've been even more anti social ever since the nightmare. I'm missing meals, only going out at night. I haven't talked to Sami in a while.

Why is this happening? Why do I... like him? I'm supposed to be the girl who is different! Not some cliché type thing, falling for a hot guy! It's so crazy! So why can't I get rid of the weird feeling I get when I see him? I just... don't know anything anymore.

I need a friend. I need someone to rely on, someone who I can tell them everything. Someone to help me get over Brett. Is there anyone out there who is willing to be that someone? I don't know. I just ignore people or insult them or I just hide in this cabin, like I'm doing now. It's just so stupid! My life is completely stupid! What kind of fifteen year old girl doesn't have a best friend?! Me.

I grab a pillow and shove it in my face. I scream into it so no one can hear me. I scream and scream. I continue even when my lungs start to hurt. I stop when all that's left is a scratchy sound that comes out of me. Great, now I've lost my voice. It's my entire fault anyways. I stand up and run over to my sketch book. I flip over to the page with the heart. I rip out the page and then grab my lighter. And as easy as blinking, I light the page on fire. Watching it as it slowly crumbles away.

A memory comes to mind. I was ten; my mom wasn't home for like the fiftieth time. I ran into her office and I guess I was really pissed because I gathered up a bunch of files and paper work. I threw them in a big pile in the backyard and just burned then all to a crisp. When my mom got home, she was so mad I actually got a little scared. She grounded me for a month with no TV and she took my lighter away. The weird thing about it all was that I was kinda happy. It was one of the only times my mother acknowledged me.

Another time she noticed me was when I was talking to dead spirits. I was like eight and we were in the car on our way to my dentist appointment, when I just started talking. She obviously couldn't hear the dead dude so she looked at me for a second. Her eyes were filled with confusion and I think disgust. But at least she looked at me.

Ok enough with all the sad flashbacks! I need to toughen up! I'm going to go outside today. I pull on my sweater and walk outside. The warmth of the sun feels nice and I almost smile, almost. I walk over to a tree stump and sit down. Everything is just calm and I like calm. I look up at the clouds and do what little kids do, look for cool shapes that the clouds make. But of course my somewhat happiness has to be ruined.

"Hey look guys; it's the freak from cabin 13!" I look up to see three Ares guys walking my way. I'm the prey for the day, aren't I? I slowly stand up and prepare myself for a shitty five minutes of my life.

"What do you want?" I ask them.

"Nothing much. Just want you to go kill yourself!" One yells. The two others laugh along with him.

I laugh sarcastically."Wow! You are like so funny!"

"Shut up bitch." Says the ugliest one.

"Excuse me? You are seriously calling me a bitch? What did I ever do to you?" I say angrily.

"You exist!" Says the first guy.

I frown and make a growling sound like an animal. The three of them start laughing. "You think you can beat us? Tiny little girl against three of us?! You're an idiot." The first guy says.

Anger boils up in me, taking over all my thoughts. I start to walk away, I don't want to fight.

While walking away one of them speaks up. "Hey, I overheard Chiron use her real name." This makes me stop. He wouldn't dare.

"What is it?" asks one of them. Don't say, don't you say it.

"Emamelia." He says.

I reach in my pocket, grab my pocket knife and run towards him. The blade is slowly digging into his throat as I look up at him with pure hatred. "Don't ever say that again!" I snarl. He looks so shocked, it's amusing. After two seconds though, one of his friend punches me in the side, making me stumble away.

"You little bitch, sticking a knife to my throat! I'm going to beat you to a pulp!" he yells. Oh shit, what was I thinking? I whip around and sprint to my cabin, slamming the door behind me. As quickly as I can I grab a bunk bed and painfully drag it over in front of the door.

I hear one yell, "You better watch your back! Because we're gonna get you and beat you up!"

I feel like laughing at how dumb that sounded, but instead I just sink to the ground. I'm idiot, making enemies instead of friends.

What am I going to do now?

AN: Please R&R. You can also PM Scarpelt18 for anything about Em. ~CaitCait12