I looked at myself in the mirror. The person looking back at me made me flinch. Underneath my eyes it was a dark purple-black. My skin looked as if it were almost transparent. It was so pale. My blue eyes were dull and looked empty, yet they stood out on my face. After all, it was the only bright color there. My raven black hair had grown out some, since I haven't cared to cut it. My eyes wondered down to my body. I was wearing a grey muscle shirt and some short black shorts. My arms looked scrawnier then ever. They were always nutrition with healthy muscles, which they seem to be lacking these days. My eyes went down to my stomach, where luckily my shirt was covering the truth underneath. I wanted to lift up the material, to expose what it hid, but I knew better. So I just stood there, looking in the mirror, thinking about the girl I once was. The Thalia five years ago would have never aloud this to happen. She would have almost pitted anyone this happened to. She would think how dumb they could have possibly been to do this to themselves. She would admit that she had no idea how anyone could live like it. She would also say she was ignorant as to why people did it. The Thalia five years ago would have made a promise to herself that she would never do such a thing. Yet, here I am, breaking that promise to myself.
I finally got tired of looking at myself, all broken and shaken. At times, it's painful to view myself. So I just picture the old me. I walked out of my bathroom, flicking off the switch on the way out. I walked over to my bed and flopped down. My bed didn't make a sound, as if I was just a feather, which I could imagine I am. I looked up at my ceiling, just staring at, for what seemed like hours. I would like to say I was lost in thought. Or was thinking about what I was going to do later in the day. The thing is, my mind was blank, blanker then an empty disk. It's times like this that drive me insane. I sighed and turned over, now facing my grey wall. That's when it hit me, my wall was grey. Grey just likes me. Starring at it for five minutes made me wonder way I had it painted grey. It's so depressing and gloomy. It's not something that would make you cheerful. I guess, my wall reflected my personality these days, always so depressed and in the dumps. I lye there, staring at my wall for a couple of more minutes. I jumped when my phone started ringing.
I slid off my bed, walking over to my bed stand. I picked up my BlackBerry, looking at the screen. To my amazement it was Percy. Now it wasn't just the simple fact that Percy was calling me, but the fact that anyone in general was calling me. Nobody seemed to want to talk to me these days. Then again, could I really blame them?
"Hello?" I asked, answering my phone. Percy started to say something, but stopped.
"Are you okay?" He asked me back I rolled my eyes and sat on my bed, knowing this was going to be a long conversation. Everybody always had to think something was wrong with me these days. They also never let me go without a trowel explanation as to what was wrong. So maybe that was why nobody called me, because I always shut them down. I have become very good with tuning people out.
"I'm fine." I said, keeping my answer as short as possible.
"Are you sure? You don't sound fine." He asked hesitantly, clearly not believing me. See that's the thing with Percy. He cared entirely too much. If I were to say I was fine to anyone else, they would have just left it at that. They would have just thought that I was having a bad day. With Percy, he knew when something was wrong with me, or when I was lying.
"Percy, I'm fine." I tried to put venom in my words, to make it clear that I didn't want to discuss further in with it. It's just that these days, I didn't have much venom left in me. I was also so damn tired.
"Okay…" He sounded like he was going to argue with me, but decided against it. It was silent for sometime. He was probably waiting for me to say something, while I was waiting for him to hang up. It was silent for a few more moments, finally Percy cleared his throat.
"Can I ask you for a favor, I understand that it's huge but I need help." He said. Now, the old Thalia would have laughed. She would have teased him endlessly. How she couldn't believe that the savior of Olympus needed her help. Or she knew one of these days he would need her mercy. I just didn't have the energy to do so.
"What do you need?" I asked, lying down on my bed, yet again. He took another big breath, clearly nervous as to what he was going to ask.
"Do you think it's possible that I could stay with you for a while?" I sat up.
"Why would you need to stay with me? Don't you and Annabeth have a place together?" I asked, confused and curious.
"Well, you see, we kind of got into a fight and broke up." I lye back down, not really worried. They always fight, so I knew it couldn't be serious. Percy hesitated to go on.
"Well this would be much easier if we could meet in person. How does dinner sound?" My stomach dropped as soon as he said this. I knew I had to keep an image though. I sighed.
"Where do you want to meet?" After Percy decided that we could just meet up at a Chipotle, I got off of my bed and walked over to my closet. I opened the door and walked in. I turned to my right; I looked at the clothes that I wouldn't dream of fitting. It was the clothes that were smalls and a size six. It kind of made my heart pang. I reached up and touched a pair of my black skinnys. They were my favorite pair; they were the ones that Nico bought me. Nico.
I quickly dropped my hand away from the jeans, and turned around to the left side of the closet, the side that I have been living off of. It was the size that held X Small shirts, and size three jeans. It also had the sweat pants and overly huge shirts and sweat shirts. I usually preferred these choice clothes rather then my old Punk style. I went to reach for some black sweat pants, but dropped my hand. I got a pair of my black skinny jeans and I muscle shirt. I made my way to the bathroom and put on my clothes. I tried my best to shield my eyes from my stomach. I knew I would just throw up the acid in my stomach if I looked. I reached over to my medicine cabin, going to grab some make-up to throw on, but decided against it. If I put make-up on, I would have to look in the mirror and face reality. I so badly wanted to look down to see how I looked in my choice of clothing. But I knew the answer, I looked weird. I didn't look like Thalia, and everybody knew it. I walked back to my room and shoved my phone in my pocket. I grabbed my wallet and my keys, getting ready to head. I walked to my front door, and went out to the garage. I unlocked my Lamborghini Gallardo and hoped in. I backed out of my drive way, heading to Chipotle. I turned up the radio, which has been my savior. It was the thing that blasted the thoughts out of my head. IT made me not have to think. It was only a couple of minutes until I pulled into the Chipotle parking lot. I saw Percy waiting in his blue Mustang. I parked next to him. I was about to open my door, but reached back in my backseat and grabbed my hoddie. I pulled it over my head and down so it covers half way down my thigh. It hides the evident really well. IT won't reveal my grief or pain. It won't show a sign of weakness about me. It doesn't let others know about my life. Yeah, it hides me pretty well. Yet, I still know what's underneath.
Sao how did you like it? Should I continue? Let me know in a review! Also, this chapter was suppose to be somewhat confusing, explanation is to come.