Chapter 1
I woke up in a state of panic.
The walls were gray; a deep, intense gray that seemed all too familiar. I stood up, and without a thought, took out a ballpoint pen from my jean pocket. Instinctively, i uncapped it and was startled to see that it had grown into a sword. Somehow, it seemed like an old friend joined me there in that empty room.
Riptide, I thought.
Don't ask me how I knew that, because I couldn't tell you if I wanted to.
The blade gave off a dim light, allowing me to take into perspective what was there in the room with me.
Nothing.
There was no door, no bars, and no windows, just a small hole in the ceiling that gave a minuscule source of light.
Maybe the walls weren't gray. Maybe it was the lack of light that made it seem that way.
But I didn't want the gray to go. It seemed familiar, like I had seen it in a dream before. It gave me hope, and a sense of longing, which I had no idea how I could satisfy in that dreary place.
It seemed like hours, maybe days that I sat in that cell. The longing for the gray turned into longing for food, and soon enough, I blacked out.
I woke up in the same state as before. I had just moments of thoughts, until I was suddenly pulled back under to sleep.
We were on the beach. The tide was high that night, the waves calm. Sea foam kissed our toes as we sat on the cool sand, looking at the full moon.
She had her fingers laced through mine, resting there as if created to fit in those narrow crevices.
I had never seen anyone so beautiful in my entire life. Her porcelain skin glowed in the moonlight. I looked in her distant eyes, recognizing that startling color of gray I had been staring at seconds before.
We sat there, just listening to the waves, enjoying each others company. She caught me staring.
"What are you looking at, Percy? I swear, when you do that, you look like a cree-" Her lips were no longer available for conversation once I used mine to occupy hers.
She was tense at first, then quickly melted into the kiss. She raised her hand up to my hair, while I used mine to cup her cheek.
When we broke apart due to the need for air, she said five words that I knew had yet to be put in a sentence together.
"I love you, Seaweed Brain."
I sat up, breathing hard. Who was that girl? Who am I? Why was I a seaweed brain? Since when did humans have gray eyes?
I was no longer lonely. I had a memory (and a good one, for that matter) to keep me company, and as i replayed it over and over in my mind, I began to notice new details that were not acknowledged before.
Unfortunately, my only memory was a dream. But sometimes dreams are the best kind of memories.
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