A/N: Italics=Annabeth's writing. Non-Italics= Regular, thoughts/speaking etc.
Still dripping with spider webs I pick up a pen. My fingers tremble and my heart pounds. It has to be perfect. He has to know. "Know what?" I ask myself. What drove me away? That he drove me away? Whatever it is, I need to write something.
Daddy
I'm not your little girl anymore-
He's not stupid. He knows that. Was I ever really his little girl? Or just a, a- "Stop crying" I command myself, I need to get this done.
Dad
You didn't love me, really did you?
You won't be here for him to answer.
Dad
I love you anyway
He doesn't care. If he cared you wouldn't need to write this. You wouldn't need to leave.
Dad
I'm sorry
I don't think I am.
Dad
I have to leave.
Annabeth
The white paper lies like a flag of truce on the kitchen bench as I slip out the door.
A truce. We don't need to deal with each other anymore.
A/N: So, this is an idea I've been toying with for a while. I'm just really interested in Annabeth's relationship with her family, because it's always seems a bit one-dimensional. Like hate-hate. And I just don't believe that Annabeth and her dad could really not love each other, at all. So, this is just exploring their relationship with letters. I hope it's interesting to other people :/
What do you think? Review, Favourite, do a cartwheel, I want to know what you think!