**Song: Born To Die by Lana Del Rey**
The morning of that day was normal. I awoke after another nightmare of dying a gruesome death, of course. I got up after huddling in my blankets while shivering for a couple minutes.
"Good morning Hunny Bunny" My mom called from the kitchen. "Another bad dream?" I was getting used to it at this point. Everyday I would wake up to a horrible nightmare, come into the living room, wait for my mom to say good morning, and then realize I had stopped shivering. It was like a miracle.
"Remember-" My mom began, but I knew this part.
"To take your meds." I cut my mom off. I reached for my ADHD meds. Oh, did I mention I have AuDHD? It's like a disorder where my social skills are bad, I have to keep my routines the same or else I get anxious, can't focus, and I'm hyperactive. All in one disorder. Well, it's actually two. ADHD and Autism. I hate having them, but I can work through it. Anyways, back on topic.
What happened next almost killed me. Literally. My friend Ivy knocked on my door, looking all frantic.
"They're coming" She seemed to be talking to my mom. I wondered who it was. Maybe it was my other friend, Piper. See, Piper was nice enough to plan a birthday party for me since my birthday was today, January 28th. Either way, my mom's face distorted into a distressed look.
"They told me tomorrow." Mom's brow furrowed.
"Change of plans, furies are becoming nosy." Ivy replied.
"How soon until they are here?" My mom sounded frantic. The worst part? I wasn't good at picking up social cues. My mom has a HUGE poker face, so when I can pick up on her seeming worried or anxious, it's something REALLY bad.
"1-10 minutes, give or take" Ivy started stamping her foot. My mother turned to me.
"Luna, listen to me carefully." She took on a steady tone. "Look, in a couple minutes Ivy and Piper are going to take you somewhere." I started getting anxious. She never said she was going to come too.
"What about you?" I asked
"I-" That was when Piper and a couple other kids burst into the room. One looked kind of like me, same pale skin and black hair. He mumbled something unintelligible when suddenly something else, like a winged creature, broke through the window
"WE HAVE TO GO NOW" I was dragged by Ivy and Piper as a fury crashed through the window, its claws sinking into my scalp while I stab it with the bronze-marked dagger my mom gave me. My last sight before I blacked out from blood loss and mental exhaustion being my mother struck down by the fury. Dead as a doornail. 178Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfhKHxyyqBU
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I woke up in a bed of sterile white sheets. Immediately my breathing became labored. I started tapping my fingers. It was all I could do to stim without hurting myself. What would my mom say? Usually she went through a checklist with me. It went something like this
control your breathing
stop stimming
try to keep your mind from racing
First I needed to control my breathing. I closed my eyes and breathed in for four counts, out for four counts. I kept doing this until I could breathe regularly. Next I needed to stop stimming. I thought of the happiest thing I could. Laying in my bed with my mom singing to me like she did every night. I managed to calm myself down enough to stop stimming, but my mind was still racing with the events from... when was the last time I was awake?
"Hello!" The bright voice startled me. The boy looming over me have curly blond hair, golden tan skin, and freckles. Thee literal embodiment of the sun. I hated the sun. It gave me a headache every time I looked even where it was shining. Either way I couldn't speak. I was in Autistic shutdown. I needed to go somewhere quiet. Somewhere where I could be alone with my thoughts.
"Are you going to talk? Or should I keep going?" I just sat there. I didn't want to interact with him. I just wanted to sleep, maybe eat some comfort foods.
"You have a large head wound, a concussion, some minor scrapes on your arms, and a broken leg. You have to stay in here for right now." I started to stim. I couldn't stay in here. It was loud, too many people rushing around. The lighting was messing with me. I closed my eyes, started to tear up. Suddenly I found myself out front of some cabins. They all had different numbers. My lucky number is 13 do I walked into there. People gasped when I walked by, and I realized it was because I had some symbol above my head. It was some sort of helmet from ancient times.
So here we are in the cabin. I climbed one of the bunks and laid down in the bed. I let myself cry. I know I'm having an anxiety attack, but I don't care to stop it. I am exhausted, and deserve to cry for once. I feel someone climb the ladder on my bed, but I can't get myself to stop crying.
"You okay?" It's the boy who looks sort of like me. I don't know what to do. I could try to talk to him, but I don't know if I can even get myself to talk right now.
"No." I finally choke out.
"They need you to go back to the infirmary." His voice is soft, but firm. Sort of like my mom's. It comforts me.
"I can't. I wouldn't last two minutes before...."
"You have an anxiety attack? Who knows you have autism?"
"how did you.."
"It was clear as soon as you shadow traveled out of the infirmary." We sat there for a couple more minutes. "I'm your half brother, Nico. The camper who tried to help you was my boyfriend, Will." He's my half brother? He seems nice. I can actually talk to him without breaking down. I feel better.
"I'm not leaving the room for at least 3 days."
"Makes sense. At least let Will treat your wounds."
"Fine." I let myself sleep, because I didn't want to be awake for another stressful moment.
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