It's A Jungle Out There

"I'm going to guess that this has something to do with your dad being Pan? Leila? Leila, are you ok?"
"What? Oh, well, yeah, probably, and yeah, I'm ok."

No, I wasn't. It was like I was little all over again.

CRRRRRRRAAAAASSSSSHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The front of the car exploded and glass showered everywhere. I raised my arms in front of my face, and when the glass rain stopped, I opened my eyes to find my mom slumped over.
"M-mom?"
No answer.
"Mommy?"
I don't know how long I was there, calling her name, but after a while a police car and ambulance showed up. The police dragged a man out of the car that had crashed into us. His head lolled, but he was alive, a drunk driver, the police said. I will never forget his face.
A young, pretty nurse picked me up and held me to her like I was her own. I looked over her shoulder as she carried me to the ambulance, and I saw the man. His face was hard and mean, like he didn't care that he had just killed my mom.
The nurse sat me down and cleaned my cuts with alcohol. It stung, but I was out of tears. A boy nurse came over.
"Rita, don't get attached to her."
"Like you wouldn't, Jim? Look, she likes you too!"
Jim came over and put his arm around Rita.
They both looked down at me and smiled.
"D-do you think our baby girl would have been like her if she...."
Rita's voice cracked, and she didn't finish.
"The miscarriage wasn't your fault." Jim said, trying to comfort her.
He picked me up.
"Now, let's get you to the hospital."
I learned while I was in the hospital that Rita and Jim were married, and just about a year ago Rita was pregnant, and their baby girl was born dead. They never tried to have another, even though all they wanted was a child-

"Leila?!"
Jessie broke the spell, and I looked up to see that I had built a sturdy looking shelter that seemed as if it would have taken hours to make, but that memory had only lasted a few minutes...
It was against one of the trees, and two of the three remaining walls were made of thick slabs of bark, and were tied to two of the four thick twigs in each corner of the building. They each shared one stick, as the side without a wall was the one just left of the wall against the tree. The ceiling was bark as well, and on the inside was bark flooring, and two piles of scraps of Camp Half-Blood shirts that looked like they were from a recent game of Capture the Flag were on the floor, as if they were to be beds.
"Holy crap!"

Notes

Sorry this might be a bit depressing, and it took so long. This was the third time I wrote this in two days, but also I haven't written because...... *I play a drum roll* I just wrote my last chapter in the novel I'm co-authoring! Yay! Anyway, now that I have less to write, I should be free. Also I've been a bit stressed, with my birthday coming and my parents being all annoying about it. Also, how many fake friends can one person have?! But, thanks to the few of you that comment on any of my stories, and real friends, I keep bouncing back.

Peace, love and Nico di Angelo
-Emily