HI people! So this is my first FanFiction and it might not be very good but bear with me it will get better. This chapter's pretty short but I'll try to write longer ones if you like this one. So let me know whether you like it or not. Enjoy the read!

Annabeth

She couldn't remember the last time she had run so fast. She felt like she had been running her whole life. The muscles in her leg were screaming to be rested even for a little while but she could not afford to stop. Her heart was beating rapidly in her chest and her sides were aching like crazy. But she still ran. The alternative would get her killed. Her palms were sweaty as she held on to the one person who provided her strength in this situation. No matter what happened she would never let go of his hand.

Her mind was growing fuzzy because of exertion but it registered the fact that they were in a forest marked by very tall trees that seemed to touch the night sky. Up ahead she could make out the outline of a pile of boulders which looked like a giant fist. The couple quickened their pace and hid behind the boulders. They both sank to their knees and struggled to catch their breaths. She leaned against the boulder and put her head in her hands. The boy beside her leaned towards her and removed her hands from her head and touched his forehead to hers. We'll be okay, he whispered to her, his voice shaking. Just for a second she believed him. His face was shrouded in the shadow of the boulder but she imagined his contagious smile and his bright blue eyes filled with fear and determination. A sense of relief flooded her body and she truly believed that they would get out of this mess and everything will turn out to be okay.

Just then a piercing sound tore through the silence of the night and the next thing she knew she was lying on the ground with a blinding pain in her leg. She let out an agonizing scream and rolled to her side only to come face to face with the unblinking stricken face of the only person she truly ever loved.

Annabeth woke up and sat up in her bed gasping for air like a fish out of water. She ran her hand across her forever which was sweaty. Her heart was thumping just like in the dream. She closed her eyes and tried to calm her nerves. Her throat was parched and she knew she must have been screaming her head off. She gritted her teeth in frustration and tried to comfort herself by thinking that it was just a dream and she was safe now.

This was nothing out of the ordinary. Annabeth was used to the nightmares that came every single night to haunt her. She had not slept peacefully for almost eight months now. After a while she got off her bed and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Her hands were shaking as she poured water from a jar. She drank the water in one gulp and just stood there leaning against the fridge. Absentmindedly she ran her hand along the inner side of her arm and felt the scar that ran from her palm to her elbow. Along with the nightmares the scar was a constant reminder of that dreadful night that had changed her life forever. Not that she needed a reminder anyway. There was no way she could ever forget that night. It was etched in her memory and nothing will ever be able to make her forget.

She placed the glass in the kitchen sink and went back to her room hoping more than anything that the rest of her night would be uneventful.

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Annabeth woke up in the morning with a killing headache. She quickly got dressed for school and brushed her blonde hair which was in knots. She stood in front of the mirror, looked at herself and sighed. Annabeth never put too much effort in looking pretty but she wanted to look at least presentable. She had dark circles under her eyes due to lack of sleep and she looked paler than usual. Her blood red T-shirt and blue jeans were not exactly a style statement but she didn't really care as long as she was comfortable in them. After struggling for another ten minutes she managed to make her hair looked somewhat decent and pulled it back in a loose ponytail. She slung her backpack over her shoulder and made her way down.

Her older brother Malcolm was sitting on the kitchen table already half way through his breakfast. She sat down beside him and half heartedly began eating her share of pancakes.

Malcolm glanced at Annabeth and gave her a sympathetic look. Being a light sleeper Malcom could hear her scream and trash about in her sleep every night. Annabeth always felt guilty of disturbing his sleep.

"Dad already left?," She asked her brother.

"Yeah, he had an early meeting with a client. Are you done? We should get going if we don't want to be late."

"Um...yeah I'm done, let's go." She pushed her plate away grateful for getting a reason to skip breakfast.

They both made their way out of their house and into their car with Malcolm on the driving seat.

After a while Malcolm tore his eyes from the road and said ",Why don't you see your therapist again? She might be able to help you with the nightmares."

Annabeth looked at her brother and met his eyes which were almost identical to hers. They actually looked a lot alike with the same blonde hair and stormy grey eyes.

"Yeah, like it helped the last time," She answered sarcastically.

"Well you never even gave it a chance last time. Quit being so stubborn and maybe it will help." He shot back at her.

"Whatever Malcolm, I'll think about it, okay? Now can you please concentrate on getting us to the school and not the hospital?"

Malcolm sighed but didn't comment further knowing full well that his sister would not consider going back to therapy for a second.

It was a fifteen minute drive from their house to school and soon Annabeth could see the familiar brownstone building which was her school.

Entering the premises of Goode High School was probably Annabeth's most hated tasks. As she entered the school hallway and made her way to her locker she could see students giving her sideway glance. Most were discreet about it but some just outright stared at her like she was some kind of a freak. Some of them she used to friends with, some respected her and some just ignored her very existence. But now she was just a girl who had shit happen to her eight months ago. You'd think eight months would be enough for people to move on to gossip about another scandal but she was wrong.

Closing her locker, Annabeth sighed and braced herself for another uneventful day at her beloved school.