Screams From The Abyss

Tessa Light has always had an irregular life. She was abandoned by her father when she was very young, before she could remember and raised by her violent mother. She is now in foster care, separated from her older brother. She lives with the Benson's and their foster child, Wade. Tessa is now called stoneface because she hasn't cracked a smile in years and has vowed to never smile again. But maybe something special lies beneath. TATN / Thalia! 06:52, February 17, 2010 (UTC)

Chapter One.
I sat in the dark, listening to something of heavy metal music. It soothed my nerves. I waited for the song to finish before I answered my door. It was probaby Mrs. B checking up on me. After all, I had tried to kill myself once.

"Tessa? Are you doing okay? Can I get you anything?" For Christ sake, woman, I'm seventeen!

"I'm fine, Mrs. B." I muttered angrily.

I glared down. I had promised myself to never smile again. It was too harsh on me. I wouldn't smile until I knew my father.

Now that was just hopeless and pathetic.

I will never know who my father is or was. He left when I was five years old. I can't remember that far back any more.

"Well, Tessa." Queen Bee continued. "We're going on a camping trip this weekend. The night before I need to have a sit-down with you and Wade. This is a very special camp."

"For retards?" I guessed.

"Sweet-heart! You know you just have ADHD and dyslexia, nothing too worrisome. You are not retarded."

"That goes against what everyone else says."

"But only-"

"My opinion matters." I finished. "Would you rather go with the group of people that's the majority? Or do you like minorities?"

Mrs. B shook her head and went off. I was like that, making people sad after they tried to convince me I was normal.

How can someone even pretend to be normal when they have this buzzing noise in their ears all the time?

I didn't know.

Painful days went by until the night before our 'fun' camping trip. We were all packed. Mrs B had called us down for the chit-chat we needed to have.

"Okay, both of you." Mr B started. "This will be a lot to take in for one night. Bear with us, all right?"

Wade and I nodded.

"You two are special. And not in a 'we have dyslexia and ADHD' way. You two are unlike most mortals." Mrs B had her eyes closed.

"Mrs B, you just mortals." Wade pointed out.

"Because you two are only part mortal. You two are demigods."

I shook my head and laughed. "Stupid idiot! There's no such thing as gods or God."

"Are you willing to bet?" Mrs B challenged.

I nodded.

"I'm a demigoddess, as you are. I've met my mother, Demeter."

"Prove it."

Suddenly, the jade plants behind me started to grow as Mrs B looked at them. I believed.

"You two... Dave, can you tell who they're children of?" Mrs B asked Mr B.

Mr B sniffed the air, as if smelling good cooking food. "No, sorry Natasha."

"It's all right."

I watched Mr B play around with his crutches a little longer. He had a leg problem. I then learned that my foster dad was a satyr.

This meant he was half goat half man.

Mrs B told us all about demigods and demigoddesses. My father had never left me when I was young. He'd been a god, attending to godly matter.

The most tearful part was when she told us how she and Mr B had been raising foster children their whole adult-hoods. All the children had been demigods.

Who was I? Who was my father? I guess we had to wait and see.