Title: Phone Call
Word Count: 547
Rating: K+
Pairing/s: None
Nobody liked getting emergency calls in the middle of the night.
Sally did, under certain circumstances.
It made everything so much easier, yet the call made her heart pound and her skin clammy. She remembered her brain racing and the emotions that seemed to run through her at the same time.
Worry had racked her bones and exhaustion of sleepless nights calling to her from every vein. Her shirt clinging to her body like how she was clinging to the words coming out of the phone.
Still, she had to find him.
The phone call had happened when it was almost midnight. She had been laying in bed, unable to fall asleep. It was the usual hopelessness, the feeling that never seemed to leave her heart, the feeling that was all too familiar.
Yet, it hurt more every time.
She had twisted and turned until she heard the ringing of the phone.
The sound had echoed through the apartment, like someone wanting her help. Bouncing from wall to wall, the strangely ominous sound made shivers crawl up and down her spine.
Sally knew the call wasn't from a normal person.
She just knew.
And when she picked up the phone, her blood froze. Her muscles tensed, and her brain jolted awake like she had just been electrocuted.
The voice coming from the machine was so familiar, so painfully familiar. The voice that was distorted by the bad quality of the phone. But even though the sound was crackling and imprecise, she could still tell who it was.
Her throat restricted and her breath caught as the message replayed once again. Sally's breath sped up, and her heart pounded rapidly, like a ticking metronome that ad been set to the highest speed possible.
Her vision was blurred by the thick wet tears that caught in her eyelashes.
She felt the wet liquid drip from her eyes and down her chin.
The message replayed once again. Again.
Sally still didn't move. Her heart lurched. She was a kite thrashing around in a storm of emotions.
The phone dropped from her clenched hand. Cold sweat clung to her skin.
Vomit rose in her throat, the burning taste met her tongue.
Swallowing it down, she bent down to pick up the phone which was replaying the message endlessly.
The sound danced across the room over and over.
When she stood up, she nearly fell.
Nausea came in waves, making her want to collapse. Exhaustion seemed to sweep her off her feet.
Sally stood up as strait as possible.
She had to stay strong.
She had to.
Sally raced out of the front door, not even bothering to lock it.
She ran to her car, and floored the pedal. The vehicle raced past traffic lights under the silver light of the moon.
She had to get to Camp Half-Blood.
The tires screeched as she reached Half-Blood Hill. She clambered up the grassy hill, blades of green made small cuts on her arms, her legs.
Sally didn't notice. She reached the border, calling out for Annabeth, Chiron, anybody.
She had to get their help. Her hands banged helplessly on the invisible wall.
Tired, Sally almost stopped to rest.
But she couldn't. She had to stay strong.
She had to.
For Percy.
End.