I sighed softly, holding my luggage in my hands tightly. Looking back at my parents, my father waved as he had to hide under his giant cape like a robe. I wonder what it was like for my mother being born a human. My story was very strange, a monster and human falling in love and had me. Of course, I thought it was just out of lust. Mother didn’t mean to get pregnant with me, and didn’t expect me to take my father’s godly powers and a few of my own. Even in school I still stuck out as I couldn’t keep them at bay.
In fact, the only reason I’m being sent away is so things can cool off here at home. There was a little accident. A boy wanted to harass my best friend for being trans, he poured milk on the poor gir. And when I was standing up for her, he wanted to say the thing that would set me off. “C’mon, he’s fine.” To make the story shorter, I let my powers go all out and now he’s going to be in the hospital for months if he isn’t already dead. I don’t understand why they thought me putting him in his place was such a bad thing. At least dad was proud of me.
Well, I guess being the Greek god of fear, he didn’t have his morals up to date. Damn, I am going to miss home. Should’ve beat him where no one else could see. The train then came up, opening its doors for me to get inside, so one last look at the dark sky I stepped in. Giving my ticket to the driver before sitting in my seat, pushing my luggage back in the little cubbies. I Sighed, looking out to my parents. Blowing kisses and texting me on my phone. ‘Don’t worry, hunny. It’ll only be a few months and you’ll be back. We’re sending you to a school where we feel you’ll fit in more’.
Yeah right, a demi-god fitting into a school. What, is it a school full of Greek monsters? Maybe it’d be a good idea not to judge so quickly, but when you’ve used to being the one left out, you don’t really care where you end up. My parents were awesome, just in school or anywhere else I don’t feel at place, it took months to make one friend. Mostly cause I didn’t want to open up to anyone. And cause even as a child, my dad warned me to be careful around other people. So I just learned to distance myself from society.
I yawned tiredly, looking out the window as the train continued down the trail peacefully. I’ve been on trains before, whenever someone would find out about dad being a god. Which I didn’t see a problem with, I thought it would be nice to be worshipped. But he gave up ruling over people and ‘wanted me to live a normal life’. I already don’t live a normal life so I don’t know what he was talking about. My eyes feel heavy, so I took one of the extra pillows and blankets the train had. Laying down and allowing my body to sleep.
My dreams were always the same, but just in different forms. Of my uncles and aunts hating my family’s gut, just because me dad married my mom. And in the dream, they were torturing me using the cruelest methods. You name it, they did it, and are still coming up with more. The weirdest thing is I could feel every bit of it, every once of the pain. In fact, I even woke up sore and a few scars. I did my own protection spells everyday, in case my dear old family wanted to try something and hurt me or my parents.
This dream however was most brutal. I was in a wooden box that was very cramped, barely any room to move, and the box seemed tilted. It smelled like I’ve been in there for weeks from how my body was hurting so much. And I couldn’t see outside, not knowing what was going to happen. A rush of fight or flight went into me, but I couldn’t do either. All I could do was endure this torture. Suddenly some food spilled in, but landed where I couldn’t get it. My stomach growled in brutal hunger as I could smell the food.
Luckily, I woke up soon to someone shaking me. Apparently I’ve been sleeping for several hours which still wasn’t enough for me. I stretched out my limbs before standing up and getting up from my seat, getting out my luggage and checking my wallet. Luckily my job got me ninety dollars. So if I bought enough ramen, pizza rolls, and pack of sodas for a few months, I’d be set. Should try and see if they’re hiring anywhere. I’ll just find the address my dad gave me to go to, said that would be my school.
It was very late at night so I doubt anyone is awake to give me a dorm, but at least It’s worth a shot. As I walked up a big hill, I noticed how large the place seemed to be. This was ten times the size as my last school. I went up to the door and it of course was locked as it would be. Sighing, I found a nearby park bench I could rest on for the night. Bringing out the pillows from my bag, I made my own bed like sleeping space. I laid down, checking my phone while yawning, ending up asleep as a watch a murder documentary.
Unaware someone found me on that bench.
