Chapter 1
Hi! This is technically my second story but I deleted the first one so this is the only one I have. I really hope someone reads this and enjoys it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson. Unfortunately.
She's dead. She's dead and it's my entire fault. Well I didn't exactly grab a knife and stab her or shoot her in the heart. I…well… it's complicated. Ever since she died a week ago I've been having nightmares about her. The guilt is eating me alive. Right now I was asleep having yet again another nightmare.
I was strapped down to my bed and I couldn't get up. I started struggling, trying to get myself free. My blue pillow and duvet were nowhere to be seen. I looked around the dark room and saw hundreds of eyes. I started to panic until I realised they were just the eyes of all my old stuffed animals. I really wished I had gotten rid of them ages ago because I was starting to get freaked out. The thick ropes burned against my skin. I had to get out. I just had to. Suddenly the door opened slowly with a loud creak. I stopped moving. I was not looking forward to whatever was about to come into my room. At first nothing happened, then one by one all the people who had ever been close to 'her' came in. Her dad, her step mum, her step brother even our friends from school. The words of hate they screamed at me as they crowded around my bed were unbearable. "You did this."
"You killed her."
"It's your entire fault."
"We hate you for what you did." They kept screaming at me. I tried to get my hands free to cover my ears and block out all the painful words but it was no use I was stuck to the bed. I couldn't take it anymore. "We thought you were meant to be her best friend."
That's when I woke up screaming. There were tears running down my face. My mum rushed into my bedroom. "It's okay. Don't worry mama's here. Don't cry." I didn't say anything I just let the tears keep falling. My mum held me close to her. I suddenly felt really bad. She didn't deserve to wake up at 4 am and have to comfort her screaming son. She was the sweetest person in the entire world and her soft, light brown hair reminded me of chocolate. I felt so sorry for her, a year ago her parents had died in a fire and she cried for days. Now she has to deal with a son who keeps her up at night because of nightmares about the girl he practically killed. I'm such a horrible person. My mum's voice took me out of my thoughts, "honey, are you okay? I think you should get some rest." I tried to control my breathing so I could respond. "Yeah. You're right, night mum."
"Goodnight we'll talk about this later ok?"
"Okay." She left my room and I slid under the covers. There was no use trying to go to sleep I knew I would just have more nightmares. I just couldn't get her out of my head. So I just lay in bed staring at the ceiling. I heard whispering from the next room. I couldn't exactly hear what my mum and dad were talking about but it was most likely about me.
I hardly ever see my dad he's always working. He's an archaeologist so he's always travelling the world looking for new things to discover and preserve. I've basically been brought up by only my mum. At first my parents used to argue about how he's never at home. 'She' would always be there for me when they did. But now it's okay because he makes sure he comes back during school holidays like summer or Christmas holidays. So my family didn't really have any problems. Until now. I felt bad for stressing my parents out but there was really nothing I could do.
For the second time that night I was jolted out of my thoughts by the buzz of my phone. I picked it up from my bedside table, trying not to make a sound so that my parents wouldn't realise I'm still awake. It was a text from my friend Malcolm.
I had met Malcolm when I was 13. He had dark brown hair and blue eyes. He was new at our school and I had been assigned to help him out for a while. He was quite shy and you could barely get him to say anything. After I introduced him to Amelia and her he opened up a bit and eventually it seemed like we had known each other our whole lives. Amelia was my other friend. I met her on our first day of secondary school. When I was 11. She was slightly annoyed that she had to sit next to me and not her friend but after a while she got used to it. She had long red hair and hazel eyes.
Anyway Malcolm was asking me to look out the window. I wonder why. I quietly crept towards the window and opened the window. Malcolm was climbing up the ladder we use in case of an emergency. I remember when 'she' used to do that every time I was grounded. 'She' would always sneak in through the window and hang out like best friends are supposed to.
I opened the window and let Malcolm in. "Hey, what's up?" I whispered.
"Sorry I came so late it's just I keep thinking about, you know, what happened a week ago."
"Yeah I've been having nightmares about it. My parents are starting to get worried."
"I'm sorry. It must be even worse for you. You knew her longer than anyone else at school had."
"Yeah." There was an awkward pause, until he broke the silence.
"Maybe if we talked about it we'll feel better. Isn't that what they say in those cheesy movies?"
"Ok what should I say?"
"Ooh I'll be a therapists asking for your problems!" Only Malcolm would joke around at a time like this. "Lie down please."
May as well play along, I thought. I lay down on the bed like he asks. "So how do you feel?"
"Well my best friend committed suicide a week ago so how do you want me to feel, happy?!" I snapped. I don't know why. Maybe because no one has asked me how I felt since she died and felt annoyed that it took a week for someone to really care about how I felt. "Sorry." I apologised.
"No, it's ok. Look if you need anyone to cheer you up I'm here for you."
"Yeah, I know thanks." He probably saw the sad look in my eye because he gave me a sympathetic smile. Then he yawned. "Anyway I should get back home. Try getting some sleep no-one wants a grouchy Percy at school tomorrow!" he joked. "Just kidding, see ya at school."
"Bye." He then climbed out the window and down the ladder and headed home. I closed the green coloured curtains and then climbed into bed. On the bright side I was able to fall asleep without any nightmares but I was dreading tomorrow.
It was the first day of school and I knew I would be haunted with memories of her.
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