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She looked fragile, helpless, lying on that bed, bandages covering her head, her neck and her arms. They said she'd done this to herself. They said she'd had an attack. Lies. But they didn't know better. They said she'd spoken off demons, demons who'd come to kill her. That was the truth. But who'd believe her? Who'd believe the woman in the psychiatric ward? The woman who'd tried to kill her own daughter only three months ago. No one.

I gently took her hand into mine. Had she always looked his old? She was only 37. She'd been so young when she'd had me. Too young. Her hands looked so old, so fragile, so small. A tear fell down my face and landed on her lifeless hand with a soft sound.

She was asleep, not aware of the fact that I was there beside her. I wondered, what she would think if she knew? They'd told me that she'd been recovering before the incident. They'd said she'd been calm, peaceful. They also said that she never mentioned me. Only Caleb. Always Caleb.

Another tear fell.

I took her hand up to my lips and kissed it. Despite it all, she was my mother and I loved her. I'd never learned how to, but I did. I guess that's something that's just within us, the urge to love those who gave us life. Even when they don't love us back.

She squeezed my hand and I looked up. Her eyes were open and she was looking at me. She smiled and I gulped.

"Is it time for my check-up again?" her voice was kind, formal, without a hint of recognition.

I nodded, trying my best not to cry.

"Yes . Just checking your vitals. Everything looks fine." My voice nearly cracked at the end, only nearly.

"Has Caleb come to see me?"

"Why yes Ma'm. You just missed him, but I'm sure he'll be back." I forced myself to smile at her.

She smiled back at me and closed her eyes.

"Good. He's such a good good boy."

"Yes. He really is."

She was sleeping again and I slowly got up.

"Good-bye Mom."

I calmly walked out of the room and closed the door behind me.

I turned and ran. Past the nurses glaring at me, telling me to stop, past Nico waiting for me in the lobby, past doctors, patients, out the door and over the street. I wasn't paying attention, I wasn't looking, I just needed to get away. To make it stop. I couldn't breathe, my legs hurt, my eyes were beginning to blurr, but I didn't stop. I just kept running. Running. Running. Running.

Why wasn't I fast enough? Why couldn't I outrun this? Why were my problems always just as fast as I?

I broke down near a bench in the middle of a little park. I just fell to the ground, gasping for air, my heart pounding, my legs aching and my lungs on fire and it was wonderful. My body hurt. It hurt like hell, but it drowned out the pain I felt inside. The pain of having lost my mother once again.

I stayed there like that for a coupl of minutes. No one approached me; no one even seemed to see me. I was a shadow. Had I done that on purpose? I couldn't remember, but I was glad. I didn't want them to see me crying on the ground. I slowly got up and turned around only to find Nico standing there. He didn't say a word.

I walked up to him and gave him my hand. "Time to go."

He nodded and whisked us away.

Once again I was lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling and feeling miserable. This was starting to become a habbit. My room was a mess, clothes everywhere, empty chips bags and coke cans littered the floor. Ok. Enough moping. It was time to pull myself together.

I jumped out of bed and regretted it immediately when my vision turned blurry. Oh boy, headrush… I sat back down on the bed and waited until it passed, then I got to work. I opened the windows and moved the shadows to let the light in. The sun hit my face, warm and welcoming. I smiled and turned to face the battle. This was gonna need some tunes.

A few moments later my cabin was blasting Avicii's Wake me Up at top volume and I was singing along just as loudly into my hairbrush as I began tiding up my room. I jumped and danced around the room like a mad person, just getting it all out. The anger, the fear the sadness, there was no room for any of that. By the end of my little outburst of madness my room was spotless and I was exhausted. Grinning widely I fell unto my bed.

Someone clapped.

Crap.

I forgot that people could see me now. Slowly, careful and expecting the worst I opened my eyes and looked to the window. Nico, Percy and Annabeth were standing there grinning at me.

"We came to see how you're doing.", Percy said

"But it seems like you're fine", Annabeth smirked.
Nico just grinned and said nothing.

I blushed and instantly filled the room with darkness so I could hide in my shame. I should've known, playing music that loud, and yet it had felt good. Music had magical abilities, I was convinced of that. It had this way of letting you say what words just couldn't express.

I heard them laugh from the window and I grinned, letting light back into the room.

"Hi guys, wanna come in?"

We'd sat on the bed, the four of us, and they'd laughed at me, told me funny stories and made me feel alive again for the first time in days. I was grateful to have them there, all of them, even Annabeth. She really was a good person.

After about an hour Percy and Annabeth had left, leaving Nico and I alone. The hairbrush I'd used as a mircrophone was lying on the bed between us and he picked it up and held it to his mouth, imitating me. I smacked his arm and he laughed. I couldn't help but laugh too. I loved his laugh; it was one of the most beautiful sounds in the world.

He gave me an odd look and then…kissed me.

My mind went blank and I closed my eyes as his lips moved against mine. Soft and gently, almost hesitant, as if he was afraid of hurting me and then harder. His hands were on my waist and mine was in his hair, I had no clue how it had gotten there. He pulled away again and smiled at me. And I? I slapped him. Hard.

"What the hell Kyra!" he said, holding his face. He looked at me, ready to say more, but stopped short when he saw my face.

I was crying. My hand, the one that ha slapped him, was shaking.

"Kyra", Nico said calmly, "what's wrong?"

"You kissed me."

"I know."

Of course he knew…

"You kissed me back you know."

I had.

"So why did you slap me?"

Why?

"Because you kissed me."

Was I making sense?

He sighed.

"I like you Kyra. Is that so hard to understand?"

I shook my head and he nodded.

"Do you like me too?"

I nodded and he smiled and leaned in again. I slapped him. Again.

"Kyra what the hell! Again? Seriously?"

He was mad and I completely understood, but I couldn't help myself. I was feeling panicked. He folded his arms in front of his chest and looked at me. I was surprised that he hadn't stormed out already, I would have by now, but he just sat there, looking at me.

"You like Percy", I finally spit out. He looked at me in genuine surprise, his mouth wide open.

"How'd you…"he sputtered and my heart fell. So it was true. He shook his head.

"You're wrong Kyra. I don't like Percy."

"Liar. I saw the way you looked at him, the way you spoke of him."

"No, you're not understanding me. I said I don't like Percy, not that I never liked him."

My heart beat faster again. I told it to shut up, it was confusing me.

"And now?"

"Now I like you", he said and smiled, taking my hands into his. I was confused.

"But you liked a guy… and I'm a girl", I mumbled and he laughed.

"So?" His eyes were twinkling

"So", I said, right before he kissed me again, my hands firmly in his so I wouldn't be able to slap him again. He shouldn't have bothered. I had no intention of letting those lips leave mine again any time soon.