honestly [libby]

The world seemed silent;y still, as a small framed girl stepped across the hard ground. An annoyingly slow rain was sprinkling it's way across the forest, not stopping Georgia from walking around. The apocalypse was over, and she had survived, but not in the way she wanted to. The demigod didn't know why she couldn't sleep, because she didn't want to think about that. Who would want to visit images of campers' innocent eyes turning black in front of her, and trying to kill her?

It was late, probably around one in the morning, and she was treading around the dark forest, exposing herself to the many dangers of the night. But, Georgia wasn't all right in her mind. The demigod was distracted, thinking about her dream. It wasn't just another camper who was trying to kill her. It was Christopher.

She hadn't grown attached to many people, other than a few people in her cabin, and then there was him. The demigod wasn't afraid to deny that she was associated with him, no matter the looks people gave her when she said that. Georgia wasn't going to conform to them. Convinced that she wasn't kept in a time machine for a century for no reason, Georgia was going to be her own person in the time she had.

Her clothes was damp with the rain, her hair matted and face still stained with the black and red blood of deceased campers. Sleep was rare, and normal thoughts blurred. She told herself she was just going for a walk, but she was really trying to run away from the fact that she was losing trust in people, or they were losing trust in her. And the person they blamed it on could be dead for all she knew.
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A voice stirred the soft world as she looked up from the ground, spotting a pair of familiar eyes. Her blue eyes traced over the face, before a the corners of her lips curled into a crooked grin. "Hey," Georgia said, the tone of her voice lost in the dull pitter patter of the rain.  She took a timid step towards the figure, raising an eyebrow at his weapon. "Looking for trouble again?"

The word 'trouble' used to have so much more meaning than it did now. Today, colors seemed to fade into black and white, with words and faces blurring together into a mix of chaos. Georgia didn't know if she was losing it, or if it was already lost. Like her friends, their trust, or her family. She knew they were dead, but watching helpless campers die at her hand only bubbled the image to the surface.

Turning her icy gaze back to him, she raised an eyebrow at him, as if she was asking some unspoken question. Such as, where have you been? Georgia hadn't seen him since the battle began, and it seemed almost comical to her that he was completely fine now.
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She didn't know if she could nod, or laugh, or what to do. The girl thought he was dead, and now it seemed like everything was fine. Did normal people just jump right back into relationships with a snap of their fingers? Georgia wasn't sure if she did yet. She wasn't sure in herself, after listening to her friends tell her she didn't know what she was doing. "You watched him die! Couldn't you have done something?" from Lyssa, after the first little boy turned and died. Or, "I don't even know who you are anymore, trusting criminals.", from Alex, after Georgia tried defending Christopher.

Even as he stepped closer to her, she couldn't let herself fall into his arms. Back in her day, it would've been the only response to something like this. Even with the demigod's lack of confidence, she couldn't do that. She didn't know, maybe she could. "That's nice," Georgia said softly, brushing a strand of her blonde hair across her face.

Her mind flashed back to her nightmare, watching his eyes turn from brown to pitch black. Goosebumps immediately crawled up her skin as she threw herself into his arms, hot tears streaming down her face. The demigod didn't know who her tears were for, him, or the fact that she was losing it. Georgia was lost.
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Georgia hadn't cried in ages, which could've been mistaken for hostility as a medic. Whenever one of the younger children died, turned or not, emotion wasn't spoken or visible on her face. Nothing. She didn't feel anything, not sympathy or concern. Until now, when the weight of death and suffering was finally crashing down on her.

She had spent many nights alone, wondering if she could ever feel the heat radiating off him again, and now that she was, all she could do was cry. The idea sounded terribly cliche in her mind, but it didn't stop her from doing so. The demigod felt herself being lowered in his arms, allowing the movement, not really caring what happened at this point. Her vision wasn't the only thing blurred from the sadness and loss, her mind wasn't the same either.

"Where were you?" she choked, breaking their contact, and sitting up on her own. Georgia let the tears continue their way silently across her face, not bothering to wipe the rivers off her cheeks. The demigod wanted answers, or maybe just a reason for him to have left without warning. "I thought you were dead, or something," she muttered, tracing lines in the muddy ground.

Or something. Something like gone, having abandoned her for someone else. Georgia knew her family hadn't intentionally left her, but her friends had. No one wanted her anymore, and if they did, they hadn't shown it. She had been blamed for deaths, and heard that she wanted it. In all honesty, Georgia didn't know what she wanted anymore.
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His touch still brought sparks up her spine, but this time it was more of a shock than a comfort. Georgia's eyes snapped upwards at him, an emotion mixed with desperation and anger screaming to get out. She wanted to tell him what was really wrong, and how she knew she was thinking on the wrong issue. Somehow the teenager in her still wanted a social status, and hated what she had become. An outcast.

His words seemed distant, and for a second, she didn't believe they were for her. Staring at him as she was pulled into another hug, the demigod rested her head against the same spot at before. The warmth should've comforted her, and strengthened her faith in him, but it didn't. "Where were you," Georgia asked again, watching the frozen forest for any life.

She wanted to trust him, and care, but something was holding her back. Maybe it was the month the camp had been plunged into hell, and forced her to watch helplessly as children died; their eyes turning as black as night. The black that had forced her to become separated from her friends, the people she thought were there for her. It wasn't just an apocalypse that fell upon the camp, it was a test. A test for friendships, life, or death; and Georgia had failed.
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Georgia let his words blow through her like the breeze, silently and coldly. She could only assume the worst, but hoped it hadn't ended in anyone's death. The demigod had seen enough death in her time, any more would just be cruel punishment,as if the fates hadn't punished her yet. The silence engulfed the pair once more as the breeze continued, letting the air settle into the lack of words.

At the mention of arrested her eyes shot upwards at him, into a blank stare once more. "Arrested?" she shot back, almost violently. Georgia placed her face in her hands, laughing. "Is there anything you haven't done?" Her words were sarcastic, but she hadn't meant them just as they came out of her mouth. However, once she started, she couldn't stop.

"They don't want anything to do with me you know," the demigod asked rhetorically. Slapping the ground, mud sprayed her face and covered her clothes as she continued. "Because of you!" Georgia let her tears begin again, slumping against the trunk of an old oak tree. "They won't even look at me..."
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