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2 weeks after the Giant War:
POV Percy:
Percy was tired. He was tired of his nightmares. He was tired of waking up to Annabeth screaming for him, knowing she was hurting and that there was nothing he could do. He was especially tired of the flashbacks. They happened at any time. In the day. At night. In school. At home. In public. All alone. Percy couldn't stop them. At least, not on his own. He needed Annabeth and she needed him.
For a few weeks after the Giant War, he and Annabeth were able to hide their PTSD. Until one night, he had a nightmare. Annabeth was dying. He was surrounded by Arai, trying his hardest to fight them off as curse after curse was layed on him. Annabeth was walking around. Distraught, blind and abandoned. She walked closer and closer to the awaiting horde of monsters. The Arai laughed at his seemingly futile attempts to get to her while Bob stood off to the side saying,
"How could you Percy? We were friends. You left me to die."
And then, the monsters swarmed. Surrounding her, hurting her. Annabeth was being killed all the while believeing Percy, her Percy, had abandoned her.
The dream ended how it always ended. Annabeth died. She was gone. Percy was alone.
Camp Half-Blood was jolted awake as a turtored scream rang out. It was filled with hopelessness and despair. They didn't realise who it was, however, until the scream morphed into words.
"Annabeth. Annabeth! I'm sorry, I need you. Don't die, please don't be dead. I need you. I can't do this without you."
3rd Person POV:
The campers fell out of their cabins, only to be stopped short. They didn't know what to do. Percy and Annabeth had suffered more than they could comprehend. They wondered how they hadn't seen the signs before. The shadows under their eyes, the flinching at loud noises or surprises, being seemingly unable to be seperatated.
They felt completely and utterly irrelevent.
A half crazed looking Annabeth tore from the Athena cabin, still in pyjamas with no shoes on. She crashed through them all and banged down the door of the Poseidon Cabin. The campers peered in apprehensively. A stricken Annabeth was running to Percy and holding him. She was rocking him back and forth as he continued to shout.
"Shh, Percy, I'm here. I'm not dead. They can't hurt us anymore. We're out. They can't hurt us."
The campers froze at her words. They had no clue what Percy and Annabeth had gone through. Muttering these words to Percy over and over, he finally woke. The look in his eyes was one of complete and utter terror. When he saw Annabeth, he whimpered slightly.
"I dreamed we were back there. With the Arai. You couldn't see, you thought I had abandoned you, you died."
Annabeth nodded slightly as she pulled him even closer to her as if to say, I'm here. We both are. We'll be okay. Percy was covered in sweat, still shaking slightly. Suddenly, as if sensing the presence of others, his head whipped up. The look of mingled fear and aggression marring his features changed to that of shame as he realised he had an audience.
"I'm sorry, to have woken you" He mumbled, "I didn't mean for you to see that."
Slowly, all the campers trickled back to their beds, realising there was nothing more they could do. But Annabeth stayed. And as the two teens huddled together in the Poseidon Cabin finally drifted off into their first peaceful sleep in what felt like ages, the Camp lay awake. Percy and Annabeth needed help. They were not okay. And some wondered whether they ever would be.
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