Well here's sort of a sad story.
Disclaimer: Do I look like a middle aged man to you? No I don't. So that's a no on owning PJO and stuff. All rights to their respective owners.
Third Person
Annabeth pounded her clenched fists against the wall of the Athena cabin in frustration. Sobs racked her body and tears stained her face. She took her knife and made another tally mark on the wall. A total seven marks had accumulated. A total of seven months she had been broken. A total of seven months, he had been gone. Perseus Jackson, the love of her life.
She heard the door of the cabin open and close. She knew someone had entered. She didn't care; her siblings were now used to this. For the first couple of months Annabeth couldn't even leave her cabin without seeing something that reminded her of Percy. She would break down almost instantaneously.
She was brought out of her thoughts when she felt a hand on her shoulder. A strong one, but comforting. So much like someone else she knew... But this hand belonged to her brother Malcolm.
"You alright, Annie?"
She stiffened at the nickname.
"Please, don't call me that." She didn't mean to use the tone she did. Malcolm looked hurt, then accepting.
"I'm sorry, Annabeth." He wrapped her into a hug. He always was the comforting younger brother. She sobbed into his arms for a while. Eventually, the conch horn sounded in the distance, the signal for dinner.
"We should go," he said, wiping her eyes. She wanted to just stay and cry. But that's all she's been doing for seven months straight.
Yeah... I know it's short. I just need somewhere to start. Please review this little snippet. For me? :)
I promise other chapters will be longer. Just bear with me while I accumulate ideas.