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I stepped over to her, carefully. "I know. Theyr'e your parents... but they don't love you. None of them. Even Poseidon. All save Hades could care less for your wellfare. Most hate you. They are not, in any way, good. Humans may be the most evil people in the universe at our point, but the Olympinas are far worse where they're at. I know it's hard..." I stopped, trying not to choke on tears. "I know it's hard to let them go, but sometimes... sometimes that's all you can do."

"You still don't get it," I muttered then ran off letting my temper get the better of me.

((...that was depressing...))

((So where are all the other characters? Because Olivia should probably talk to someone other then Kenneth...))

((Uh... Ed is at the school. In the back of the field. Probably with a book on his face because he gave up trying to read it))

((Will you post maybe? I posted last so...))

((Yush))
I sighed and closed the book. This wasn't working. Reading with one hand was just too difficult to pay attention to the words...

I kept walking refusing to look back I saw Ed and walked over, "Kenneth and I made another arm for you if you want to use it until your new one comes," I said trying to seem calm, but failing miserably.

I sat up. "Sure." I replied, then paused. "What's wrong?"

"Just- nothing I'm fine."

"No, I don't think you are..." I said, standing up.

"Let's go get the arm."

"Okay." I sighed. I didn't feel like it was something to just brush off, but if she didn't want to talk about it, then I wouldn't make her.

"It's in my dorm. Just out of curiosity why do you care what's wrong?"

"Because I know what pain feels like, and I know others shouldn't have to live with it." I said sadly. Most didn't have pasts like mine, which was lucky for them, but a few did, and they knew how much it sucked. Everyone says how your burdens make you stronger, but sometimes there are burdens that never quite stop eating away at you, and I knew how it felt to have deep burdens that just never went away, I've carried them since I was nine.

I stood and let her run. I knew she didn't want to talk to me. I knew I couldn't say anything to help her.... suddenly, my mind tugged for a dark corner. I resisted, but then a memory slipped into my head. I tried to resist, pushing it away. There was nothign I could do for Olivia. She may as well have been an infant, and I couldn't expect her to understand what was right, or what was true. The memories came again. You hurt her, the voice in the back of myi ehad said. You caused her to cry. How could you? How could you do that to Olivia? I shook my head. No. it wasn't my fault... Oh, but it was your fault. What you did. You did far more than just bump them on the head. You know it. You intentionally went back again and again, beating on them and hurting them for no reason, you monster. I shook my head haredr, trying not to think. I held my head in my hands. I hurt them... I hurt them so bad...  I looked down at my hands. All of them... how could I have done that... I'm a monster... Olivia was right to run... I fell to my knees. Everyone should run... run far from me... run away... take the planet with you... take the oxygen I need to breathe... take it all. I don't deserve it. I don't deserve to live.... especially not with Olivia. She needs someone far better. I tried to hold the tears back as memories of first my life, and my family dying before my eyes, then the billions and bilions of years... all the hurt, pain, the torture and death, all the times I'd tried to die, and failed. Then memories of waht I did flooded in. Millions, if not even a billion years of me being a monster, hurting everyone I ever met, on purpose, and wanting to. Living in Hell. Then what I did to the Olympians... all of it flooded in. Run, Olivia. Run away from me. Don't let me hurt you. I don't know why I even tried... I fell on the ground, not moving my body. Tears streamed down my face, and as I thought, my will flew up to the gray clouds above, pulling them down, and it started to rain. Trees bent down, and every blade of grass bent towards me. Even the air moved, swirling round and round me in a giant voretx, shaping the hole I'd fallen down inside. As my thoughts raged, and my hate for myself grew, so did the storm I was creating. Wind and water seemed to meld together to create slicing elements, and trees came up from the ground. I tried to stop it, but I couldn't... not unless I could stop hating myself, and that wasn't going to happen. I'd so far gotten everyone I knew to at least dislike me. Even Olivia...

((...I used to think that my posts were long, then you came along, Spencer... dang...))

((Yeah... sorry.))

((And now I've actually read it... dang... *no words*))

"Well I'm sorry, but I don't think you can help me." A storm started up and I immediately knew who must've caused it, but I resisted the urge to run back and apologize, he could try, but he would never fully understand my life without experiencing it himself first hand.

((Oh my gosh... Geez... I want Ed to get mad at her because even then she doesn't apologize! I'm not really sure what she'd be apologizing for, but still))

((Running away, being a brat, not listening to him))

((But he has no reason to be mad... grr...))
Sometimes just talking about things helps, I thought to myself.

I kept trying to stop myself, but I couldn't do I sprinted back to where I had left him.

I tried to stand. I wasn't going to do this... I fell. There was nothign I could do to stop it. The thoughts kept coming. How could you have said those things, eh, boy? What the heck is freaking wrong with you? Didn't you tell her you love her? Why, then, would you say that you think she's pointless? That's right, Kenneth. Just lay there. Let the storm rage. Let it tear the city apart. monster. Just lay there, and die. I laid there. I will just lay here and die. I do love Olivia, and i don't want to hurt her anymore. And I always do. Every time, I end up saying somehting I don't mean. I didn't mean what I said. If I can't keep those around me safe, then I just won't be around...  I lay on my back now, giving in to the black hole of hate for myself.