#Athena will get a break from being in pain. I PROMMY

[the-warrior-of-the-mind]

Tw. GORE, BLOOD, VOMIT.

!Athena in this text will be having extreme self hatred as well as some laughter from the intense feelings. Her curse can be seen as a type of torture!

-Athena sits alone in the forest. It’s night. No one’s there. No one will see. No one will hear.-

-She feels as the curse gets worse, forcing her to vomit… again… because of the intense pain in her neck. It’s mixed with blood, both red and gold. She’s violently shaking as she leans up against a tree-

“H-ha-hah- th-that’s not n-normal- that’s n-not-“

-She holds her stomach, tight. She hadn’t done anything wrong… she hadn’t said anything to cause this… it’s never been this intense before..-

-the only thing that ever calms down the curse was speaking highly of Zeus..-

“T-this- this is m-my fault!- th-the curse I-is my f-fault- H-he was doing what’s b-best- he was d-doing what’s right- he’s always right- h-he’s always right- he’s alway r-right-“

-she repeats over and over again. Until that’s all she can say. After hours of praising, begging, and screaming the pain subsides. That doesn’t stop her from her fear though… funny thing happens when you lie to yourself for hours on end-

-you start to slowly believe it-

“H-ha- hah ha- HAHAHA! F-fuck- fuck! Th-this is my fault this IS-… this is… my… fault…”

-She holds herself tight and screams-

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