I put on a fake smile as I walk out the door of my cabin. Nothing feels real anymore. I just feel like I'm going through the movements and nothing changes. My real home doesn't exist anymore...at least it feels like it.
Keep it up or they'll see. They'll see how weak you are.I shake my head, clearing my thoughts. I strengthen my glamour. The one that keeps them from knowing the truth.
The voice was one of the many constants in my life, along with my demigod stuff. And my mortal life...
Going crazy now, are we? First, you're schizo, now you're crazy, too? Damn.
Shut up, I think, effectively silencing the voice. I look at the time on my watch. 8:15. Breakfast.
I make my way to the dining pavilion, and thus, the Poseidon table.
The voice chuckles. They'll know sooner or later, Perce.
The presence leaves as I sit down. I let out a sigh as I stare at the empty plate.
What I usually eat appears on it, but something is off today. For me, at least. Not just because of the voice, but because of my...home issues.
For the first time ever, at camp, I really didn't have an appetite.
It was strange because I loved food. Now, I feel revolted by it. Like, just the thought of eating what I used to, made me nauseous.
Tick tock, Perseus. Tick tock. It ended in a whisper but was clear as day. Tick tock, tick tock. Tick tock, tick tock. It kept getting louder.Tick TOCK, TICK TOCK. My hands went to my ears as the campers were just taking notice of me.
The voice was screaming now. TICK TOCK, TICK TOCK.
Then silence.

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It's been a few days since the voice has bothered me. Everyone has been more cautious around me after the incident.But the good news is the summer is almost over. The bad news was that the summer was almost over, as well.
That means Gabe. And letting my glamour down.
And adding to my collection.
You're just weak, Jackson, the voice says. You shouldn't be afraid of a mortal. You're supposed to be the fearless hero. Not the weakling.I shake my head to get rid of the voice.
5 days was all I had left until I went back to that hell-hole.
5 days until the voice would take over my mind like it usually did.
I prayed to the gods that I don't die in the mortal world. But I knew I would come close to it.

Notes

Edit: 3/21/18
Finish: 3/22/18