(This chapter is going to be really weird and beware of those who have or had depression or any mental illness like that but bare with me as I try it, sorry for being such an awful author and not giving you what you want)
Convince me that I'm fine
That I shouldn't pay a toll
That I haven't crossed a line
That I shouldn't leave myself to die in this hole
Convince that I'm well
That I have a good life
That I should be swell
That I shouldn't cut myself with a knife
Convince me that I'm good
That I shouldn't just die
That I'm just misunderstood
That I should stop with all the lies
Convince me that I'm worth it
Convince me that I shouldn't drown
That I shouldn't quit
That I shouldn't go down
That I shouldn't make one tiny slit
Convince me that I'm smart
That I shouldn't be killed
That I might have a heart
That I'm actually skilled.
Convince me to live
- Harper Angel Louis
I wrote this poem and the diary entry below when I was in jail at Mount Olympus. That week might have been the hardest in my life.
Dear Diary,
After the incident, two Olympian guards escorted me to the highest guarded cell in the center of the mountain. Similar bracelets were strapped on my wrists that extinguish my powers. Every once and a while I hear yelling and screaming when somebody passes my door. I think it is to disorient me. I can't really predict too much, considering everything that has happened. I found this journal in the corner of the room and figured, "Why not?". I didn't see Zeus, Poseidon, or Hades before I left the room but I did see the mysterious woman and she looked like everything had come crashing down upon her.
She reminded me of me. That was my face when my parents died, that was my grief when my brother was killed. It was my horror when I found out that my entire family knew they were going to die and didn't think to tell me or at least say "I love you" before dying. It was my betrayal when I found out that they didn't die but instead elected to come to this fake Earth. I did that to that woman. I made her experience everything that I had. I am the monster. I deserve everything that is happening to me.
I also am concerned about what happened to Noodles, Acapella, Missy, Mr. Moreno, Wild Card, Wheels, Face Maker, and Guppy. They disappeared when the woman arrived. Rover was taken from me once I was brought to this cell and I think he is being interrogated because these Olympians DO NOT know what a dog is. Deadpool is hanging in a corner of the room sleeping, he kind of creeps me out so I try not to look at him. I have never actually done a diary entry before so if I even keep up with it is a mystery. Right before the bombing, I managed to get inside of Poseidon's head and I am still there. Wait, somebody's opening the door, I'll write later.
Love,
Harper
(I am going to start updating in the afternoon because I am very busy with school and such. Have a wonderful day)