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Ψ 𝐌𝐲 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐏𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤 Ψ

𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐭, her fighting style was so much different then Luke's, but she was helping me understand how to match my opponents. I enjoy learning new things from her. She was actually nice to me.

Our swords hit one another as we fought and she jumped onto a rock and I jumped on as well and aimed for her legs and she jumped, she aimed for my head, and I leaned back and came up as we continued fighting and she knocked the sword out of my hand and smirked.

I panicked but thought quickly on my feet and quickly backflipped off the rocks and landed on the ground and she widened her eyes. I grabbed my sword, and she jumped down as I grabbed her hand and took her blade as I held her there with two swords, one at her neck and one behind.

"You've caught on quick; Luke taught you well and now you know about actual fighting instead of just defense." She laughed out and I nodded and handed her the sword, and she took it.

"Thanks again for this. I enjoy hanging out with you." She looked at me and smiled giving me a small nod as we suddenly heard a tree branch snap and looked in the direction of Damien walking towards us.

He smiled and Clarisse rolled her eyes "your protector is annoying, like a bad rash."

Damien pouted, acting like a baby, "takes one to know one. And back to the real situation at hand, I saw your mom. She said your dad's name was Paul? Peter? Something with a P I don't even know, and that was it. I tried my best."

I looked at Damien and knew he was most likely right. I mean why lie? But it hurts, I'm trying to figure out who my stupid dad is and still nothing...

"Seriously!? God the more I find out about him the more I just-! Ugh!" I slammed my sword down to the ground and walked over to the rock and sat down and huffed moving my hair to one side of my shoulder.

"Hey, calm down." Clarisse told me and I looked at her.

"Calm down?" I asked as Damien winced out "probably shouldn't say that when she's like this..."

"My own dad doesn't even want me! Your dad might not either but at least you know yourself! My whole life I thought I was my mom and I still believe that, but my mom was put through hell! I was put through a mental torment because I had imposter syndrome! I don't know who I am! Why do I have to feel pain but he can't! What I am and all I want to do is just find my wannabe not even stupid dad-"

I huffed and held my chest trying to calm down and I felt weak, and my legs felt weak, I almost fell but both Clarisse and Damien grabbed both my arms as I heaved.

"Okay you need to calm down Hayley." Clarisse suggested as I shoved them away.

Damien chimed in "for once I can agree with her. Take a break."

I shook my head and cried holding my face and rubbed my forehead "I just...I don't know...I've been thrown into his life at 17! Why couldn't I have been found younger? Maybe I would like this! I wouldn't care! But anytime I think about my mom it comes all the way back where I want to just find him and-"

I paused and felt different, weird. Oh no.

Damien walked over to me asking "hey...what's wrong?"

I couldn't breathe. I let out raspy and wheezing noises as I cried, shaking my head vigorously watching both Damien and Clarisse panic. I tried letting out breaths, but nothing came out and I shook my head.

"I-I-can't breathe." I wheezed out and coughed.

He grabbed me and picked me up in his arms as I let out raspier breaths and both him and Clarisse ran me to the infirmary.

He got us to the infirmary, and I saw students staring at me as I heaved and held my chest and the nurses saw me and Damien shouted "she's having a panic attack! Help her!"

I held my chest tightly as the woman told me "Okay sweetheart you have to take deep breaths."

I shook my head "I-I-I can't."

I coughed and felt like I was gonna throw up as she grabbed a trash can and I said "my mom...my mom. I need my mom."

I cried out and heaved "my mom, my mom. I want to go home."

I sobbed out that I wanted my mom, and was it stupid for a 17-year-old to cry for their mom?

Maybe to some people, but you must understand this about me, my mom is my best friend, the only person I have trusted for so long, she made me feel like nothing else mattered and it was us against the world. And I love her for trying her best to hide all the struggles of the real world.

Now knowing my dad is equally a stupid guy both in a mortal world and the mythological world I just wanted to show him how much I despised him; how broken he's made me feel. My mom...

All I wanted was to hug my mom because I was such a disappointment.

Before I knew it I was finally calm maybe after 10 minutes of having an awful panic attack, usually they only last a minute or two minutes.

My mom would be there to help me through them like whenever I had a math test the night before I would be having bad anxiety and would be heaving and trembling.

But she would be there to hug me and make sure I wasn't alone.

I laid in the hospital infirmary bed as I held the pillow tightly Damien had left not because I made him, he did stay back for a few hours but eventually had to return to his own duties.

I was sitting there still not able to move. I was sad and numb? It's the only way I could've described it.

Clarisse had also come by for a few minutes just to see if I was okay, I was happy she was concerned about me but when I acknowledged it to her, she rolled her eyes and left.

But if I'm gonna be honest, I liked that.

Damien had dropped off my sketchbook, I was on bedrest until they allowed me to head out. But as I drew, I heard a knock on the wall.

I looked up and saw Luke holding flowers in his hand and goosebumps were everywhere.

He smiled at me and sat at the foot of the bed and handed me the red roses and I took them and smelled them.

"I didn't know what flowers you liked; Demeter's children picked them out."

I looked at him and nodded, putting them down on the table beside me as I sat there with him.

"Are you okay?" He asked me and I shook my head.

"I can't believe the dad I don't even know of made me have one of the worst panic attacks ever. Why am I so hung up on a man that doesn't even care for my existence? I'm wasting my precious breath on him rather than..." I cried out holding my face and shaking my head.

I looked at Luke and asked, "why did he do this to me? Why do the gods do this to us?"

Luke stared at me. He had fear written all over his face for some moments and then at others it was anger. He rubbed my leg and tried to calm me down in whatever way he could, which I appreciated.

"Could you stay? At least until...I feel, okay?" I asked, if I wasn't gonna have my mom perhaps...it would be the boy I liked instead.

He seemed a little hesitant as I frowned and told him "I know it's weird. But...I just want to be comforted by the boy I like-"

My breath hitched at those words, he looked at me and smirked, "fine. I'll stay with the girl I like."

I sighed in relief as he said that, I leaned back in the bed as he pulled up a chair and sat down and held my hand to help me stay calm.

The warmth I felt with Luke in the room...it felt like my mom's, but it was also different, like...a warmth you only get...when you feel that one certain emotion.

But I didn't want to admit it just yet.

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This was pretty heavy but stay tuned.

This event becomes a major event for future books.