Why do ppl that go around looking for pics that have song lyrics exist. Like why must you tattle tale on me for using song lyrics? IT'S A FREAKING SONGFIC LEAVE ME ALONE. just let me live my life and let my creativity ~flow~ but if I disappear and the account is gone and this story doesn't get an ending bc somebody told on me for writing what I feLT then pls promise me you will send a very angry email to the ppl who run this place for not letting you read what to you want to read and for not letting our creative juices ~flow~ Alright rant over

Recommended Songs to Listen to While Reading:

-Scars by Miranda Lambert

- and I can't think of another one but probably something by Imagine Dragons maybe It Comes Back To You idk

WARNING: hint at child abuse

As we walked back to the ship I held the rag up to my face to stop the blood as much as possible but it wasn't really working. I guess the cut was longer than I thought and not just over my left eye. I would try to soak up all the blood over my eye but then my right cheek would start leaking blood everywhere so I would move the rag but then I had blood in my eye. It was just a mess.

By the time we got back the towel was soaked in blood. It was a long walk. We climbed up into the ship and was immediately bombarded by the other four asking us how it went. When they saw me they gasped and asked what happened. Annabeth and Leo pushed them out of the way and quickly led me down to sickbay leaving Percy alone to answer the questions. I sat down on a bed and Annabeth grabbed another towel and soaked it before taking my bloody one away.

"This is going to sting a little, just bare with me, okay?" Annabeth said holding the wet rag. I nodded and she gently dabbed my cut. My face twisted up in pain. It stung like crazy. I hadn't felt this much pain in a long time. "Wow, it's really long and deep," Annabeth noted while making her way across my face with her towel. She finished cleaning my wound and I hoped we were done for good but then she asked Leo for the Neosporin. I groaned as Leo handed it to her. I wasn't prepared for the amount of pain that came.

Annabeth lightly rubbed it in and I tried my best to stifle a yell but it didn't work. I whimpered as Annabeth continued down my face. Why did this cut have to be so long? "I know, I know," said Annabeth sympathetically. I was in excruciating pain before she finally stopped. "Alright well, we can't really wrap it or anything because of its location but eat a small piece of this," she said handing me a tiny piece of ambrosia, "and try not to touch it or do anything crazy. It should hopefully heal pretty fast. And I hate to tell you this but I think you're going to have a scar," Annabeth explained before walking out of the room. I frowned and made my way over to a mirror. It couldn't be that bad could it?

I was wrong. I looked in the mirror and gasped a little. I red line ran diagonally across my face starting just above my left eye, through my eyebrow, across the bridge of my nose and down my right cheek. It looked worse in some places than others. The cut across my eyebrow was pretty deep, across my nose was a little lighter, and across my cheek was much deeper than the rest. My cheek was still slightly bleeding and I wondered if I should put a bandage on just that part.

I lightly traced my finger across the cut. I was pretty upset that I had it. The fact that it was so long and going across my face sucked because it dragged so much attention. Leo walked up to me and put a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "Hey, don't worry about it, princesa, it looks fine. Plus, now you've got a cool battle scar," Leo smiled at me reassuringly. I smiled back weakly. I was thankful for Leo trying to make me feel better but I was still pretty bummed about having it. Plus, it still really hurt.

I shrugged and looked over at Leo, "Nothing I can do about it now. I'm stuck with this forever, might as well get used to it."

"Scars aren't that bad. Like I said they make you look tough and like you've bee through a lot," Leo said giving me a wink.

I looked at him curiously, "Do you have any scars?"

He got quiet and his face fell a little. "Yeah a couple," he said in a low voice.

"From where?" I asked letting my curiosity get the best of me. As soon as I said it I regretted it. That was personal information and I should've never tried to find that kind of thing out.

"A couple of different places. I have some from working on machines, some from monsters, some from really terrible foster homes," Leo said trying to pass it off as casual.

"Foster homes?" I blurted out before I could stop myself. Damn, I'm such an idiot. I should just stop talking.

"Yeah, after my mom died I was sent around to different foster homes and a couple had some really bad parents," he explained sadly. I understood what he meant, I didn't have the best step parents.

"I'm sorry," I whispered quietly, "I shouldn't have asked, I overstepped there," I apologized.

"No biggie," Leo said giving me a smile. "It's strange, I find it easy to talk to you about stuff that I usually don't mention. Maybe it's cause we've been through a lot of the same stuff." I stared at him thinking. Maybe the same way I could tell who came from a rich family and who was really happy, he could tell who came from sucky homes and living off the streets. "Now come on, I'm sure there's a lot of questions that need to be answered," Leo said grabbing my hand and pulling me up the stairs and out on deck.

When we reached upstairs everyone was talking about what had happened. Annabeth was explaining the numbers she had found and what they meant. Me and Leo joined the group and Hazel looked over at me and saw my cut running across my face. "Hey, you okay?" she asked me with a polite smile.

"Yeah, I'm fine, just stings a little," I said giving her a smile back. We continued talking about what we had learned there.

"I'm going to go try and find out where exactly these coordinates are," Annabeth said walking off downstairs.

"Alright, I say we go eat," Leo said to the group. "I don't know about you guys but I'm starving," he said patting his stomach.

"I'll stay and watch the ship," Jason said staying up on deck. The rest of us walked to the mess hall to eat.

We walked into the room and saw a small man with tiny goat legs. "Hey, cupcakes, fight any cool monsters lately?" he said kicking his legs in the air widely causing him to fall to the floor. He quickly stood up and dusted himself off. "Remember to call me if there's any trouble. I'll show those monsters not to mess with me!" he shouted before leaving the room with a couple cans of soup.

I raised my eyebrow as he walked out of the room. "That must be the Satyr," I said suspiciously.

Piper laughed. "Yeah, that's Coach Hedge. He's a little crazy." We all sat down and I looked at my plate wishing for some Vaca Frita con croquetas. I stared hungrily at the plate and dug in as soon as it appeared. Two nights in a row with amazing food. I was living life.

We all ate dinner with friendly conversations. Annabeth left early to try and figure out where the coordinates were and Percy followed later after her. Once we all finished we went off to our cabins to sleep. Or for me, the sick bay to sleep. It seemed like that's where I spent most of my time nowadays. I guess I couldn't really complain though. I mean, at least I have a place to sleep. That was a huge improvement from my alleyway box.

Before I was able to slip below deck, however, Piper called me. "Hey, Sarah, why don't you come to my cabin quickly before you go to sleep so I can give you a new pair of clothes to wear. You've been wearing that for two days," she said pointing to my clothes. I hadn't really thought about changing clothes. For me, two days in a row was nothing, but it occurred to me that most people wore a different outfit everyday. I nodded to her and follow her to her cabin. When we got there she walked over to her drawers and pulled out a pair of shorts and a black tank top. "Here," she said handing it to me.

I looked at the clothes in my hand. I never really wore this type of clothes since it wasn't very practical for living on the streets. I took the clothes gratefully, however. I wasn't about to complain about someone being generous enough to lend me their clothes. Maybe I could use a fashion style change anyways. "Thank you," I said with a smile and turned to walk out. I caught my face in a mirror and I stared for a second. I still wasn't use to seeing the scar there and, in all honesty, I had forgotten it was there in the past hour. Piper seemed to notice me staring.

"Hey, you look fine. I wouldn't worry about it too much," she said referring to my scar.

I smiled up at her. "I know, just not used to seeing it there."

She nodded in understanding and I turned to walk out the door. "Hey, Sarah," Piper said and I turned around to face her once again. "I'm sorry about being so rude when you first got here. I shouldn't have expected you to trust us and tell us everything right away, and I feel really bad for using my charmspeak on you."

This time I nodded. "I'm sorry too, I wasn't exactly being the most cooperative at the time."

Piper smiled and half stepped towards me as if she was going to hug me but decided against it. "Night, Sarah," she said turning back to her bed.

"Night, Piper," I replied and walked down to Sick Bay. I changed into my pajamas and laid down in bed. I wasn't asleep for very long when the same nightmare from the night before woke me up. I woke up with sweat dripping down my face and a scream lodged in my throat. I gulped down the scream and looked across my dark bedroom to the time. 2:39. I groaned. I laid back down and desperately tried to go to sleep but every time I closed my eyes the nightmare came crashing back into my mind. After about thirty minutes of trying to go back to sleep I finally gave up and changed into the new clothes Piper had given me. There was no going back to sleep anymore for me.

I walked quietly out of the room and up the stairs trying my best not to wake anyone up. I needed to go up on deck and just clear my mind. When I walked up I saw Hazel leaning on the railings looking at the water below. I walked up slowly to her and stood against the rail next to her. Hazel was always very nice to me and I felt like I could easily have a conversation with her. She would be a good person to talk to to get my nerves to calm down.

Hazel jumped a little when I got next to her. "Oh, Sarah, you scared me a little bit," she said quietly looking up at me slightly ashamed.

I gave her an apologetic smile back. "Sorry, I didn't mean to do that," I mumbled.

"It's fine," she said looking up at me with a wide smile. "Why are you up so early?" she asked me with a quizzical look.

"Couldn't sleep," I admitted but I left out the nightmare part. She seemed to understand that it was because of a nightmare. I guess demigods have nightmares frequently.

She nodded and looked back down a the small waves crashing into the boat. "Did you know I get seasick?" she asked.

I gave her a weird look. The comment was out of the blue and I laughed a little. "Even when we're not moving?" I asked.

"It's not as bad when we're not moving but yeah." She giggled a little. "It's hard for me to sleep with all the movement. I'm not sure when the last time I got a full night of sleep was."

I frowned. "I'm not sure anyone on this ship has gotten the best sleep in a while," I noted thinking about all the tired faces of the crew.

Hazel laughed, her curly hair bouncing up and down, "You've got a point there."

Silence fell upon us for a little as we both lost conversation. I searched my mind for a conversation stater and unfortunately blurted out the first thing that came to mind. "So, you and Frank are like, a thing?" I asked and almost face palmed myself as soon as it came out of my mouth.

Hazel blushed, "Yeah," she said quietly her face shying away.

"Sorry," I groaned. "I was just trying to think of something to talk about and that's the first thing that came to mind."

Hazel laughed lightly. I guess she thought it was funny that there was no filter between my brain and mouth. "It's fine, really. We met at Camp Jupiter. It's like the Roman equivalent of Camp Half-Blood," she explained. I remembered Leo saying something like that.

"I have a question, it's a little off topic but," I shrugged, "How do I know if I'm Roman or Greek?" I asked Hazel.

She brought her eyebrows together thinking for a moment. "I guess you'll know when you're Father claims you. Each God has a different name in Greek and Roman so maybe they'll be a slight difference in how he claims you. Well, almost every God. Apollo is the same in Greek and Roman," she explained thoughtfully.

I groaned and Hazel looked at me confused. I figured I might as well tell her what Leo told me. "Leo thinks Apollo is my dad," I explained. She nodded but still didn't seem to quite know why I was upset. "You said Apollo is the same in both Greek and Roman," I continued, "So how am I supposed to know if I'm Greek or Roman if he's virtually the same person in both?"

It seemed then to click in Hazel's mind. "Oh!" she said in understanding then she frowned trying to figure out how I would know. "Hmm, I'm not sure. Maybe which Camp he claims you in will be what it is. To be honest, I always assumed you were Greek since we found you in Greece," She admitted. I thought for a minute. Could me being left here be on purpose? Was there a reason why I was left in Greece and not Rome or Egypt or anywhere else? Was it destined or just a coincidence? "It makes since that your father is Apollo though," she said abruptly. "I see why Leo thought that. It's definitely a possibility."

I nodded and started thinking about everyone else's parentage and it occurred to me that I didn't know Hazel's. "Who's your Godly Parent?" I asked her curiously.

Hazel seemed to become a little quieter as if she didn't particularly like her heritage. "Pluto, the God of the Underworld," she said and I understood why she seemed reluctant about it. Being a child of the God of death must really suck. I couldn't help but think it was strange that her of all people, was a daughter of the Underworld. She was always so kind and helpful. Nothing about her said Death.

"How did everyone meet?" I asked and she stared at me for the randomness of the question. "Like, how did this whole thing happen? The quest, you guys meeting?"

Hazel nodded understanding my question. "It's a long story," she said. She looked out at the night sky, "But I suppose we have time. Plus, it's only fair that you fully understand what you're helping with," She said and with that she explained how they all met and came together. She told me about their smaller quests and how Jason and Percy where switched and given amnesia. She told me how Leo built this ship so him, Piper, Jason, and Annabeth could fly over to Camp Jupiter to pick up her, Frank, and Percy. She caught me up on everything that had happened on the quest up to when I got on the ship. By the time she finished the sun was up and a couple demigods where up and eating and getting ready for the day.

I thanked her for telling me the story, it helped me understand just exactly was going on. She told me it was no problem and together we walked over to eat when Coach Hedge walked over to watch the ship for the time being. I walked with her to the Mess Hall thinking that I may have made a new friend and knowing that I understood everyone in a much better light than before.

Vaca Frita con croquetas = Fried Beef and croquettes