In the room, loading up on blue cookies, is none other than Percy Jackson in his very own blue duck onesie. Really, Percy? It shows up my oversize MCR T-shirt and black leggings in the kiddish department. I don’t say anything, because I’m too tired to react without making fun of his outfit. I grab a banana because I don’t feel like eating, and it’s the easiest thing to throw away without people noticing. Hopefully Will or Nico won’t say anything about it. I’m not worried about Solana because she always wakes up late.
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“I said hi…” Percy’s voice trails off.
“Hi.” My tone sounds a little snarky and I don’t care. I’m quickly becoming annoyed and remember how people show they are feeling annoyed. I roll my eyes, scoff, then sit down and mind my business. I’m at the opposite end of the table from Percy.
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“Hey Percy!” Will and Nico walk in, Will dragging a half-asleep Nico into the room. Will looked at me, seeing the hot mess of annoyance and I suddenly regret snapping at Percy.
"Luna?" I look away and ponder what to do. I decide to shadowtravel out, as it's probably for the best.
When I get to my room, I try to devise a way to say sorry.
Percy, I'm so, so sorry for hurting your feelings. I was tired and-
No, that wouldn't work. It seemed like it was begging. No way.
Percy I'm sorry. Deal with it
That was rude. He probably would still be mad after it. After all, I'm not that horrific.
Percy, I'm sorry. No offense taken?
That one would work. How hard could it be to accept when I said that? I begin to walk towards Percy's room, hoping he would be open to apologies.
I knock on the door, and whisper a prayer to my dad, hoping he would help.
"Come in!" A cheery voice calls from inside the room. I take that Percy is feeling okay, even after I snapped at him.
"Percy, I'm sorry for snapping at you. No offense taken?" The seconds before he replies are tense to me. I hope we can be okay with each other. I don't want to make an enemy out of him.
"Oh, you're good. I just blamed it on you being tired and accepted it." What a relief. Other people can come to good conclusions too.
"Thanks." I say whole-heartedly. "Well, I'm going to go do some stuff in my room." I left the room before the conversation could continue on. I'm still mentally exhausted, and I would love some downtime to chill before I have a mental meltdown.
I get into my room and collapse onto the bed. I wonder what to do. I could do some DIY, take a nap, play an instrument. I mean, all of these things are great for chilling.
I decide to DIY. I crop some of my tops, create studded cuffs and belts, and make some decor for my room. It then dawned on me that I won't have this room forever. Whatever happens on Circe's island, I won't be in this room anymore after this.
I hear a knock on my door, and I open it to see Will.
"Hey, can I come in?" Even though I'm mentally exhausted, I decide to let him in.
"You know, you shouldn't have your knife with you all the time." He says it like it's the most normal thing ever. My patience already begins to run thin. This was the only thing from my mom. Removing it? That's out of the picture.
"It's the best for you. You're so paranoid of things happening to you. You turn on everything with it. It's like your shield. You need to learn to live without it."
"Get out." I growl. He's just assuming things. I need it. I need him to stop talking to me and leave. He stays in for a couple more minutes. I begin to stim.
"Get out!" This time, it's a yell. Anger fuels me. I can't believe what just happened. It seems so out of character, yet in character for him. The tone of his voice, the wording, it was all him. Yet, I could never imagine he would do something as inconsiderate as this.
My world is burning down with an eternal flame. The worst part? I was the one who set it on fire. I'm crying, reveling the the tears that drove me forward. Even through the pain and suffering, my body endured. Through the malnourishment and the physical decline, I'm still here bright as ever.
The world is too bright, too contrasting to the rainy day happening in my world. I wish I could go back to the happy cupcakes and cookies, when my mom was alive. Now, I have too much self-pity to hold in one person. Everything bad that has ever happened to me is now affecting me, making the fake world I built crash and burn I don't know why, but that one statement, that one thing, is tearing me apart from the inside out. But the thing is, it's not only one thing.79Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAAMzrvjT3R
I lay there for a couple more hours, life taking it's angry toll on me. I just have to deal with it , even though it could mean the death of me. I'm already emotionally dead, what's more to loose?
I decide to go get some dinner. I can't bury memories on an empty stomach. I head down to the mess hall, hoping that it would just be me and my solemn guts.
When I get there, I immediately see none other than the wood itself, Will. Somehow, he helped my world burn down, and I don't feel like letting the ashes stay there. I grab my food and eat it, the awkward silence getting into my head
You failed yourself, The voice in my head states. No. I'm not going to revel in my pity and tears any longer. I'd rather be emotionally numb than have to deal with a guilty conscience eating away at my brain from the inside out. I block out any emotions, trying not to let them show as I eat my food.79Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡX8ZXLydvtg
I begin to go back to my room when none other than my older brother, Nico DiAngelo himself, bumps into me.
"Hey, what happened with you and Will?" We sit there for a couple of minutes in silence before I shadowtravel to my room, not wanting to talk about it. When I get there however, I collapse from the physical exhaustion of shadowtraveling many times during a panic attack, then again to avoid embarrassment.
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I wake up hours later, probably around midnight, with a KitKat bar in my hand. No note, nothing. Yet, I feel like Will was the one to give it to me. Either he did, or Nico did. Either way, I was grateful for that because I probably needed it. After all, the last time I overused my abilities I almost died. I ate the KitKat bar and fell asleep again, a prisoner to the nightmares that keep me up ay night.
and then Add to home screen.