Adam would love to say that when she came to, she was in her bed back home in California. She would love to say that her mother was at her bed side, holding her hand and stroking Adam's hair with her free hand while she hummed to herself. But of course, this was not true. Adam's mother was dead. And that was her fault. No one else wanted Adam, so a man claiming to be her father had come to her, told her of a magical camp were kids like Adam could be safe.
See, Adam's father was a God. A Greek god to be exact. Of course, she didn't believe this at first. But then he had reminded her of the night her mother was killed; it was no ordinary accident. Adam was out with some kids from school when it happened, and when she got home, there were police cars all around her house and the door was wide open with at least half a dozen cops inside. When she walked inside the room fell silent.
As she got closer and closer to the couch she could smell the blood. All that blood. Her mother had