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Hi my name is Cassandra mane but I go by val ik probs not the best nickname but i like it alright!? My life couldn't be described as perfect but it was pretty nice… for a bit. It started in elementary school
Despite my young age, I possessed strength, cunning,and strategic thinking. My dyslexia and ADHD were not ideal, but I could leverage them to my advantage through manipulation, trickery, and lies to evoke pity. While pity may not be valuable to most, those who underestimate its power are foolish. Pity can increase the likelihood of receiving help due to perceived vulnerability.
Still tho due to how much i could do i couldnt have alot done if not in that right mind.
I had always made the best plans, got the best grades,got bullied a bit but quickly made them eat their words, in 5th grade i read lots and lots of greek writing and greek stories.I had begun trying to teach myself the language of ancient greek,i very much liked it
My father wasn't the best, at times he would hurt me(mentally,physically) so I tried my best to stay away from him when he got remarried. My step mom,Anna, was sweet and she was kind. I had wished it could have stayed like that…
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“Anna, I'm going to head to school now! I cant wait for my birthday” my birthday had been in a week”alrighty sweet heart, juts remember that there's a lot instore for your birthday”
What does she mean? Would father be mad? I should hurry to school!!!
I cant have him find out i got a B on my latin test he’ll be so mad i cant-i dont-no, calm down you wont be hit.
As i headed to school i felt like i was being watched.creepy.when i got to school i couldnt focus due to all the commotion, then alexandra grandoff and her group of horrible snobs walked up and started to batter me with insults and phrases, making fun of me in so many ways.
They started to hit me, threw me to the ground and kicked me. I could feel myself urging to fight but i was stuck in a trance,it felt like my father was kicking me again
kick after kick after kick.
bruise after bruise after bruise
There were no tears. Blood was on the ground.
I thought about it i really did, it made no sense i had a decent life why would I want to die? What if I disappeared? All of this would go away wouldn't it? Could i then be peacef— they kicked my face and it all went dark, i fell unconscious, ha ha ha, wow is this how ill die? Peaceful enough…
I started berating myself on how terrible I was for wanting this, i didn't even have it that bad, other people have it worse. Yet I still want to…
Then I woke up. I was on the floor, beaten and bloody. The bell had just rang to go home so I grabbed my stuff and walked home. Father was going to be horribly angry at my state. At the time I couldn't see what horrors awaited my home.
“Anna im home”
Silence….
“Anna?”
Anna was on the floor with a giant bite thru her torso, blood leaking out.
“ANNA!” i fell to the floor
“What happened?”
Silence she was already dead
“no.no.no. nonnooonononooonoonnononononono you can't be dead! You can't leave me with him! Anna! Please”
i started crying and that crying would soon be sobbing
I heard a noise coming from the living room.I wiped my tears and forced myself to shut up. It sounded like a bird? But it seems too loud to be just a bird…
I quietly ran to the kitchen.
How tf did that bird not hear me? Oh well. I found a card that said stuff about some camp called camp half blood with an address in Long island.
Wow
That's actually pretty far. It will probably take me a few days if I find transportation.I had to make sure that whatever is in the living room doesn't see me.
I grabbed the card, stuffed it into my pocket and sneakily ran into my room.I grabbed only what was necessary, a bag that could hold my stuff, clothes,tolitre,and some jackets for warmth, and a bottle of water, money, and a little clock watch that I admire, and an MP3 player with some headphones.
What it's only for special occasions like one a month.
As I started trying to sneak out I caught sight of some pocket knives in the desk drawer of Anna. I grabbed them and the little plush that anna had gifted me, put it in my bag, and continued sneaking out.
I saw the bird walk out, so I hid, but the bird looked human…like how harpies are described in Greek mythology.HOLY SHIT THATS A HARPIE.
The harpie sniffed around for a while before flying out the hole in the roof. Wait… WHEN WAS THERE A HOLE IN THE ROOF.
Wait thats off track
I started full on sprinting out. So I started thinking up some plans. If i live in middle new york it should be pretty easy to get there.
After a while of walking, talking, and tricking some people by pulling heart strings to get help.i finally got to the bus and slipped in without paying by standing next to a couple.
The bus ride was normal. I slept, played with my clock watch,and looked out the window. After hours we got to the layover, it was all pretty normal, nothing too bad
Yet.
The bus ride passed pretty quickly. I was starting to walk to Long Island, it would take a while but thankfully there were no monsters.
Minutes turned into hours and hours became more and more hours. I saw no one, I couldn't tell if that was good or bad.
Until finally I saw a… person? I might as well talk to him.