Haunted

I wrote this inspired by Taylor Swift songs (MAJOR SWIFTY) a mash up of feelings that Annabeth is going through as she plays back her moments of Percy after he disappears. Hope you like it!

No, I told myself. Stop. Don't break down. Don't you dare do that Annabeth Chase. I tried to convince myself to stop the waterfall of tears cascading down my cheeks during archery practice Malcolm was staring at me in concern, but I ignored his gaze and attempted a shot. Off target again. Chiron noticed, as always. He gently took the bow and arrows off me and then led me to the cabins, depositing me in Three. Percy's cabin. I could smell him everywhere, the sea breeze that rushed in and out again. The memories flood in, and I was unable to stop the tears. I crumpled up on the floor and started sobbing. Percy's face flashed everywhere, when we were twelve, saving me from the Sirens, as a guinea pig, the last thing I saw before Thorn dragged me off the cliff, the shock and overwhelming relief when I saw him alive after the eruption, the jealousy I had of Rachel, the labyrinth, just before Luke died, our first kiss, our dates and the salty taste of his lips. The mish mash of memories flooded my mind. The good and bad of him. And most of all, the lasting love that I felt and always would feel for him. That last kiss, the last night. His name, the last thing I said before he disappeared. The pain welled up and exploded in another round of sobbing that echoed for so long. I rocked back and forth, trying to stop but it didn't work. Finally I got up and sat down on his bunk. Pictures of us were blue-tacked up on the wall beside it. I ran my hand over them, remembering those sweet moments with him.

Then the anger started coursing through my veins, filling me with rage and hurt and grief. I started screaming at him, letting my anger out. Why did you go? Where are you Seaweed Brain? Ugh! I hate you so much why won't you come back?! The questions and terrible terrible things came streaming out until I yelled myself hoarse. Then all that was left is hurt. And heart-wrenching pain. My boyfriend was gone. And he was so much more than I realized I realized how much I loved him, my other half. And I couldn't breathe without him. Without him, I was Haunted. With pain, anger, memories, grief, Haunted. And I was not Annabeth Chase, I was incomplete.

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