She's Lost Inside

Okay so I wrote this story about 2 years ago but stopped at around 5 chapters because I had no motivation to keep on writing. These past few months though I have gotten back into reading fanfiction and thought I'd give this story another go. So I read through the old one, realised how bad and cringe–worthy my writing was, and planned the whole story from start to finish. I really hope you guys like it!

Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson or the Heroes of Olympus Series.

Summary

Annabeth Chase had admired Luke, looked up to him … until she learned who he really was. For the past 6 years she has been held captive and used as a personal slave to the gang leader of New York, when one day Annabeth is sent to Goode High School on a little "business" on behalf of Luke and his gang. Once there she discovers the truth about her past and who the boy with sea green eyes is she has been dreaming about.

Prologue

(Third person POV)

When first looking at the room, you would think it was nothing but an old laundry, well beyond its years. The wallpaper was peeling, the door was broken and splintering, dust and mold covered the corners, and there was only a small window exactly in the top center of the box of a room. No–one would even look twice at the room; it was plain, useless, it blended in to its surroundings – nothing like the large, clean, fit for a king–like rooms throughout the rest of the riverside mansion. Good. It was exactly how he wanted it to be.

Upon the rare second glance, you would notice in one corner a small cot, much like the ones used by wounded soldiers during the world war, with fading white sheets all bundled up. In the opposite corner you could see a small Dora the Explorer backpack, which was like the rest of the room; broken, faded and old.

And if you were interested enough to take a third look at the 'room', you would notice that the bundles on the bed is in fact actually a person sleeping, enjoying the last few moments of peace, before she has to wake up to her harsh reality. Overall the room was nothing. Nothing anyone would glance at twice, nothing anyone would notice, and nothing anyone would care about.

Annabeth felt like she was the same as her room; nothing.

Annabeth POV

My head pounds as I wake up in a sweat, once again. I struggle to breathe while my sub consciousness reminds me where I am. I see the paint peeled walls and the small amount of light coming from the bar crossed window and my panic calms down as I know where I am; being held captive may not be ideal for some but it's better than being dead, and trust me, murder is common around here.

I slowly stand up, stretching out my muscles after a hard night's sleep, but when my vision briefly turns black I sit back down again. It seems as if whenever I get those dreams my brain explodes, like it is trying to break down these hypothetical mental walls, but the pain stops eventually and my vision clears. It seems my mind has given up, just like I gave up trying to break out of my own walls years ago.

It's always the same after those dreams. In them I feel happiness and safety, like I'm loved and cared for, and then I wake up in a sweat with a migraine for the rest of the day, feeling even more depressed than I did the last time I had the dream. Who knew pleasure could cause so much pain?

I would be able to handle the pain though if it wasn't for the boy. The boy with the sea green eyes and messy raven black hair. The same boy whose lopsided smile has been haunting me ever since I got here 6 years ago. The boy who seems to give me a sense of hope, before reality yanks it all out from under me again. But I know I have to push through the pain; the weak don't survive here.

That's it for the prologue! Hopefully you all like it and would like to keep on reading chapters and don't think that it sucks. I will be uploading the first chapter very shortly so if you decide to keep on reading you can get a good feel for the story. Remember this is a prologue so obviously it is very short. Please review and tell me what you think and constructive criticism is welcome. Thanks!