"Percy, go away, just get out of my life. I don't want to see you ever again."
Those are the words I will never forget. Ever since my Wise Girl, my Annabeth, left me, I've been sad, mad, and furious. Depressed. Melancholy. Idiotic. Clumsy. Crazy. Messed up. Hopeless. Miserable. A stalker. Barely alive, one step away from death. Anything but happy.
Everyday her trembling voice has been constantly been ringing in my ears, hoping to become reality, and every day, I spend hours thinking about her, enduring sleepless nights. The only thing that keeps me living, keeps me from stepping into hell, is what she said after breaking my heart. "I want you to move on, keep on living your life. Forget me. Find another girl who likes seafood, who's smarter than you, who enjoys sitting on the beach watching the sunset, someone who loves you."
Her words are what drag me out of my bed each morning, are what pulls me into my car everyday, are what I'm living for. Not for Annabeth. For what she said.
I used to think she loves me. But I was wrong. She loved me. Gave up on me. Moved on. Like what she told me to do, despite my thoughts and wishes to die or be killed.
What's the point of living anymore if no one cares about you, if there's nobody to live for? My life is officially useless.