-Ilana's POV-
I was seeing the fictional characters I had always wanted to be my best friends in front of me. Maybe I should have passed out, but instead I said something real smart like:
"How can I be off my meds' when I'm not even on any?"
Piper craked up and Annabeth smiled.
"There will be time for that later, for now you need to get packed and say goodbye." Annabeth said, she checked her watch. "I say you have about, oh, 20 minutes"
I got up and ran straight out my door, slamming into the wall right outside my room. I ignored the pain that shot up my arm and ran into the kitchen. I opened the fridge and grabbed the tabasco sauce from the refridgerator, leaned my head back and dumped an much of it into my mouth as I could.
-5 minutes later and no food in my stomach later-
Okay, not dreaming. I am awake. I just puked. Oh shit, I HAVE TO PACK. I took off and ran around like a chicken with my head cut off. I grabbed underwear, clothes, socks teddy bears, and shoved them all inside my large camo duffle bag. I grabbed my guitar zipped it up in its case and threw my sheet music in and my box of guitar picks. Then I stopped and took a break.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Then I ran to my coat rack, and grabbed my camo jacket, leather vest, and Victorian coat and shoved those in my backpack. Then I paused, and stared at my coat rack and saw them. 15 scarves, all different colors. I had experimented with wearing a headscarf on occasion, but...I had wanted to wear the scarf...
Better now then never. I grabbed them all and shoved them into my backpack. Save one, a pink infinity scarf with different colored birds. I got dressed in a gray divergent tee and jeans added sandles and wrapped my scarf and zipped up a black vest over it.
I grabbed my sleeping bag and piled my luggage by the door.
Then I wrote a note to my parents:
Dear Mom and Dad,
I'm sorry to leave like this. But I had to. Love you both.
-Ilana
I stepped out of my room and into my new life