Annabeth Chase. Born July 12 1997. The year is 2015, I am 18 years old. That is all I could remember when they found me. Someone had tipped off the police that a girl (me) had been ambling around a beach in California. I'd been staying with a friend who by the way I couldn't remember a thing about. Of course it didn't take long for the police to decide I was nuts and haul me off to the nearest hospital. From there I was referred to a therapist. They told me something bad must have happened as in traumatic bad. I told them it wasn't possible, if something so bad happened then how could I not remember? The shrink told me that when our brain's can't handle something, we block it out. She said my memory should return but it would take a while. I clung to what little I knew, my name is Annabeth Chase. I was born July 12 1997, I am 18 years old. It didn't take them long to contact the friend I had been staying with. She had rushed in, blue eyes wide, blonde hair flying with a hand pressed to her heaving chest.

"Annabeth!" She'd cried' "I've been so worried they said you'd had an accident"

I'd watched her suspiciously, almost felt bad when I saw the look of hurt flash across her features.

"D-don't you remember me?" She'd squeaked pausing awkwardly just in front of where I sat.

the therapist quickly took this time to interject.

"Don't take it too personally miss?" Linda, the therapist paused waiting for her to introduce herself

"Sarah, Sarah Mathews" the girl had replied quickly, expression still a little forlorn.

"Annabeth here has suffered a severe head trauma. We're lucky she remembers what little she does." Linda added gently

"oh" was all Sarah had said after that before snapping a smile in place and announcing that she'd wait for me in the car. I had asked Linda if I was ok to go home and was relieved when she'd agreed. Sarah hadn't seemed too bad and anywhere would be better than this place. Sarah didn't speak for the whole journey home and neither had I, when we got home to a little place near the beach I'd asked her if she wouldn't mind if I just went to bed. Sarah had smiled a watery sort of smile and suddenly rushed forwards and hugged me.

"I know you don't remember anything right now but just know Annabeth that you are my best friend and I'll do whatever it takes to help you through this." I had laughed and wondered where on earth I had met this one let alone become best friends with her.

"thanks, Sarah. I really appreciate this, I know it can't be easy having a best friend with amnesia and all" I'd replied attempting to extricate myself from Sarah's vice like grip.

"I'll see you in the morning" she'd said finally letting me go and I'd wished her goodnight before rushing upstairs.

A few days later I met him.

He had a certain smell about him. It was like the sea and brine . Always there as if it were a part of him. Underneath his skin. I feel like I know him. Or at least a part of him. His eyes were like the sea. Not just in colour, in depth to. I know those eyes. Somehow they're familiar to me even now that everything else isn't. Orbs of bright blue and bottle green and somehow still holding the stormy grey of a whirlpool. It occurred to me somewhere in the back of my mind that I have studied him too closely for just a mere passing interest. He's handsome, this mysterious man. And so very tall that even if I wore heels he'd tower over me. He's only ever talked to me once, just a passing conversation between two strangers. I'd been at the beach where I spend most of my time these days. I can't quite explain it but when I'm here and the sun's on my skin and the ocean swirls around my ankles and the salty breeze ever so gently lifts my hair. I feel as though I could almost remember. Like all those memories I've suppressed could be brought back up if I tried hard enough. Like I'm home which is crazy because I've been told by almost everyone I'd never really been one for the beach. I had been so absorbed in the way the sun glinted off of the waves as it rose. Mesmerised by the way hues of pinks and purples and oranges spread across the steadily brightening sky. I remember it was dawn and I'd gotten up early again. I loved coming to the beach at this time simply because no one else was ever here. It was like my own personal piece of the earth out here on these mornings when the first cracks of light pierced the sky. He'd approached so silently that I hadn't even registered his presence until he spoke. He uttered a simple "hello" and I near enough jumped out of my skin as I whirled around to face him.

"I've startled you" he'd said it like a statement. Not a question, not an apology. A fact.

He had this smile that seemed amused as he stared down at me waiting for a response that I couldn't quite manage to give. We stood for quite sometime and I could see that by the planes of his face and the depth in his eyes that he was older than me. My mere eighteen years of age seemed meek in comparison.

Although it had probably only been a few seconds of silence it seemed like an eternity and I could feel the heat creep up my neck. I prayed it didn't reach my cheeks.

"Sorry" I muttered, not entirely sure why I felt the need to apologise when he was the one sneaking around.

"I haven't seen you here before" he squinted as if trying to remember my face even though he didn't seem like the type to forget.

"I've only started coming here recently." I looked on at the rolling waves in the distance, anything to get away from those eyes. It was like he was looking through me. It was unnerving in giddy sort of way.

"Any particular reason?" He questioned, refusing to look away

I felt something within me stir. I couldn't be sure but it felt like perhaps the old me was waking up, or at least part of the old me.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't aware I needed a particular reason to be on the beach." Perhaps I wasn't being fair but after everything I didn't feel like being questioned by some random stranger.

He chuckled and it was low and rumbling. The kind of sound you feel resonate deep inside your bones, straight to your very soul.

"I'm sorry" I apologised for the second time "we don't even know each other and I'm already having a go at you"

He smiled again "no, you were quite right to express your annoyance"

"I'm Annabeth" I told him eventually, figuring it would be rude not to introduce myself.

"Annabeth." He said slowly as if considering it. I figeted on the spot feeling slightly uncomfortable that he hadn't introduced himself. And I had been worried about being rude "that's a lovely name"

I uttered a quiet thanks and contemplated what I'd do if he turned out to be a psycho serial killer. I'd been told by many that I had been quite capable of holding my own in a fight. Though that was before I forgot everything.

"You can call me Peter"

I thought it was strange that he would choose to introduce himself like that. I could call him Peter? Almost as though that wasn't his real name. Either way I suppose I was never really one to pry.

"Nice to meet you Peter but I really should be going" I hated how weak my voice sounded and hoped that he wasn't a psyco because if he was I was surely a goner. Peter however, just smiled and nodded with a slight wave that I found strangley endearing on him. Maybe I'd judged him too soon.

"Goodbye Annabeth, it was nice meeting you." He smiled again and the sun caught his hair in such a way that I could see every shade of red in it. From the darkest wine coloured strands to the copper ones. And I thought again that he actually was really very handsome, still way too old for me though.