Beware: This story contains some…icky parts at the beginning, consisting of abuse and blood.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything from the Percy Jackson series.

There is really nothing that horrible and gross after the beginning part. I hope it doesn't scare you guys away. xD Your reviews fuel the story!

I screamed as Luke almost hit me with a baseball bat. One hit with that thing, I'm dead. It has spikes protruding from all over it, guaranteeing a bloody, painful death. I scampered to behind the large T.V. Luke laughed and pulled out a dagger. I screamed and tried to run, but tripped over a cord. "Get over here!" Luke screamed loudly and I pushed my bloody self up and onto the red scraggly couch. Stupid choice. Luke came at me with a sharp, pointy dagger, digging the point right under my eye. Not caring if he ruptures any important veins or makes me blind, he continues to drive the point of the dagger deeper under my eye. I am screaming in agony as he jerks the dagger from under my eye and slits my wrists, and slashing my leg in the process. I look up to see my bone showing in my leg. Blood is spewing from the cuts, making me sick.

I throw up all over Luke, making him yell. "What the hell!" He screams, hitting me with the bat. Thankfully it wasn't full force, but I felt and heard a sharp crack- a few actually. I started to wonder why the heck no one was coming in, yelling 'What is going on?' I guess the whole building is in on Luke's plan to hurt and abuse me for helping Percy. "That's what you get for throwing up on me!" He slams the bat back down on my stomach, making it even harder to breathe, surely cracking a few more internal things in the process. I am screaming at the top of my lungs now, fighting for breath.

Luke suddenly stabs me close to my stomach, making it almost impossible to breathe. Blood pours from the dagger wound, making me wince uncontrollably. I shut my eyes tight, and after that the world went black.

I wake up in Luke's apartment, still bleeding heavily. Luke is no where to be seen. I try to get up, but as soon as I try to prop myself up on my elbows, I am gasping for air. I realize I am in huge trouble-if I can't get up without doubling over in pain or suffocating, then I have no way to reach Percy.

Percy. I thought, forgetting the searing pain in my side. How long have I been missing? A week? A month? It seems much longer then that because I've been in this hellhole. Actually, I'd rather be down in the Underworld with Hades then here. I start to imagine Percy's laughing and smiling face, his dimples growing wider as he continues to expand his smile. Damn, he has such a wonderful smile.

Trying to get up is completely out of the question. I lay completely flat, completely still, never struggling. I fall in and out of consciousness throughout the days I spend starving and thirsting on the couch. I fear everyday that Luke will come back to break me into pieces, wait, I already am. I figure that Luke has broken a few of my ribs, and thankfully they don't seem to be squashing my lungs to the point were I cannot breathe whatsoever. I don't really see how it's possible, but here I am as evidence.

I fell asleep that night thinking of Percy. He entered my dreams and I didn't protest. It was the first night that no nightmares of the spiky bat or silver dagger haunted me.

The next day, my stomach started to bleed profusely because I tried to turn slightly. I couldn't stop it from bleeding, and if I pressed on it, I felt as if a thousand wasps were slamming into me, stingers bursting through my already broken skin. Looking around to see if there was any cloth, I spotted my cell phone. If I could get to it, I could call Percy! I excitedly reached for it, but still aware of my bleeding wounds. Alas, I could not reach it. It was centimeters away from my eager fingers, but no such luck. I spotted the bat strewn across the floor, and shivered at the thought. If it was the only way to get to my phone, I needed to try.

I reached for the bat and gripped it in my hands, careful not to poke myself with it. It was at least 25 pounds. I was so weak; I could barely hold it, even as it leaned carefully against my chest. I finally got the courage to whip the bat out. I silently prayed to Athena that one of the spikes would catch behind the phone, so I could drag it over to me.

My arms were becoming painfully tired, to the point where it felt as if there were thousands of pointy needles injecting my arms. I looked at the bat and noticed that it had hooked in back of the phone. "Yes!" I said happily. I scooted the bat towards me with all the energy I had left, picked up the blue cased phone and noticed that I had over 100 messages from Percy, at least 50 from Thalia and a bunch from other people. I had 30 or so voicemails from Percy, and they were all distress messages, wondering where I was, what happened.

I dialed number 4 for Percy's speed dial. I immediately felt as if I was going to pass out. Blood started to pour heavily from my wounds, all of them. I shakily held the phone to my ear. Percy answered after the first ring.

"Annabeth! Annabeth! WHERE ARE YOU?" He screamed into the phone. I was so relieved hearing his beautiful voice; I started to cry, both at the screaming pain and him. "Percy, please help me!" I squeaked. "Please, please help me! He kidnapped-" and that's when Luke came at me with a gun.

"What're you doing, honey? Calling your boyfriend? Well, that won't work-you'll be dead by the time he gets here." He expertly pointed the gun straight at my head, pulling the trigger back. I ducked, dodging the bullet just in time. With my ribs already broken, and who knows what else, if he hit me with a bullet anywhere, I would surely die. I dropped the phone on the front side so Percy could hear what Luke was saying and doing. "Luke, stop! Why are you doing this?" He tried to shoot another bullet at my head and was aggravated by the outcome. "You do not question me!" He put the gun down and gapped the dagger. He sliced my thigh open and opened many large wounds all over my broken body.

Luke's phone began to ring, and he told me to stay put or he'd end my life in seconds. I believed him. I noticed that the phone was still on call mode, which meant someone must be listening. I heard the tiniest bit of rustling on the other line. I really hoped it was Percy.

I noticed that the gun that Luke dropped was usefully close to me. A wicked plan crossed my mind, and I decided it was the only way to get out of here alive.

I reached my arm over the side of the couch, and I closed the gun around my hand. I positioned it so it was comfortable, and aimed it at the doorway. As soon as Luke came in, he was out. I heard Luke say goodbye to his buddy and he came right into my trap. Aim and fire.

I pulled the trigger without warning, without thinking. I guess my aim was off, because I hit him in the leg, around the knee. He doubled over in pain and started cursing in ancient Greek.

I stayed still for hours, wanting to make sure he had passed out. I heard his irregular breathing finally become even, which meant he was out cold. I took this as a chance to call Percy. I picked up the phone and saw that even after 7 hours since I called Percy, the call was still on. "Percy?" I called into the phone, but at a whisper because I didn't want to risk waking Luke. "Annabeth! Where are you? Annabeth! Annabeth, baby, answer me!" He pleaded. I could tell he was crying now. "I'm at Luke's apartment. Please help me, Percy. I'm dying…" I said quietly, but I could tell by how much I strained for every word that what I said was true. I felt as if I was going to pass out right then and there. "Annabeth, no! Annabeth, stay with me! I'll be there in five minutes. Annabeth, don't die. Stay here with me!" Percy's words were the last I heard as I slipped into a deep sleep.

I remember faintly what had happened when Percy got there. He had kicked open the once locked door, looked at Luke, punched him so his nose bled, then started to seek me out. "Annabeth! Where are you?" I couldn't reply. I wanted to, but I was so weak; so frail. I couldn't even lift my hand. He came running over to me once he spotted me bleeding all over the couch. He kneeled down and held my clammy hand. "Annabeth! Annabeth, answer me!" He was sobbing; his tears soaking my already bloody and tattered shirt. It took all my strength to lift my hand and caress his blotchy face. I mustered a small smile to show that I was listening to him. "Annabeth, please don't die." I slowly slipped back into unconsciousness as paramedics rushed to my side.

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