The Short Life of a Half-Blood
Chapter One - Alone
Have you ever felt like you don't belong? Have you ever felt trapped in your own home? Or that your home isn't really home at all? I have. I've felt that evers since I can remember. I got away from my family and couldn't get back. I didn't have have my mom around, or my brother. My dad couldn't interfere with my life. Don't get me wrong, I liked camp. It just wasn't home though.
How do you fix a broken heart? I've been wondering for a while. I've felt like my heart has been broken for a long time. Without my actual family there to be with me, I feel so alone in this world. I couldn't tell you what my mom looked like, or my brother's name. That's what bothered me the most. Had I remembered, I probably could have found them, but I didn't. How could I? I was three when I got myself lost.
I've been feeling...disconnected for a while. I couldn't relate to anyone. They didn't know how I felt, and they didn't try to understand. Sure, I have friends. But that doesn't mean I talk to them night and day about my feelings. That's just not how I am.
Despare. That's how this feels sometimes. I'm desparring in my own mind, waiting, hoping, that someone will come along and pull me out of my own depression. It's hard for me to get up and do anything now. Some days, I just feel like giving up. Those are the days I do go and talk to someone about it. Usually, I go to Annabeth or Chiron. What would you do? Just let it consume you? That's probably what I'm doing anyway.
I feel like I'm drowning in a whirl pool that never lets up. I feel like I'm sinking and I can't pull myself to the surface. The dark is closing in around me and I can't do anything about it. I don't have a flashlight, and I'm trapped in the darkest part of the Underworld with lygophobia.
I've felt this way for almost ten years. Until he comes one day. He seems so familiar to me, but I can't think of why. I've never been outside of Camp Half-Blood and this boy has never been here before. He's my age, my height, has the same color hair as me, and says that he lost his twin sister when she wandered away from their mother at the store when they were only three.
How do you fix a broken heart? I've been wondering for a while. I've felt like my heart has been broken for a long time. Without my actual family there to be with me, I feel so alone in this world. I couldn't tell you what my mom looked like, or my brother's name. That's what bothered me the most. Had I remembered, I probably could have found them, but I didn't. How could I? I was three when I got myself lost.
I've been feeling...disconnected for a while. I couldn't relate to anyone. They didn't know how I felt, and they didn't try to understand. Sure, I have friends. But that doesn't mean I talk to them night and day about my feelings. That's just not how I am.
Despare. That's how this feels sometimes. I'm desparring in my own mind, waiting, hoping, that someone will come along and pull me out of my own depression. It's hard for me to get up and do anything now. Some days, I just feel like giving up. Those are the days I do go and talk to someone about it. Usually, I go to Annabeth or Chiron. What would you do? Just let it consume you? That's probably what I'm doing anyway.
I feel like I'm drowning in a whirl pool that never lets up. I feel like I'm sinking and I can't pull myself to the surface. The dark is closing in around me and I can't do anything about it. I don't have a flashlight, and I'm trapped in the darkest part of the Underworld with lygophobia.
I've felt this way for almost ten years. Until he comes one day. He seems so familiar to me, but I can't think of why. I've never been outside of Camp Half-Blood and this boy has never been here before. He's my age, my height, has the same color hair as me, and says that he lost his twin sister when she wandered away from their mother at the store when they were only three.
7/22/13