I just kept seeing Will walking toward me, raising his hands, most likely to hit me, just as I thought would happen when he found out about the cutting. He would probably beat me half to death and then leave me and never talk to me again. I shivered and opened my eyes, seeing nothing but only black darkness. Someone had taken my bomber jacket when I was in the infirmary, I thought as I lay shivering in the dirt. I didn't know where I was, or why I had traveled here. I had just told the shadows to take me somewhere safe. Even the shadows didn't like me, just like everyone else. Just like Percy or Annabeth, just like Leo or Jason, just like Hazel and Frank, even like my 'boyfriend' Will. No one had ever liked liked me, no one had ever wanted me, no one had ever loved me.
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General FictionHi! This is my first book, but I've spent months on it, so it should be good. It's rated mature because of self-harm, suicide references and attempts, language, eating disorders and just overall 12+ content. Thanks for Reading!!!
