"In this world full of pain and sorrow, maybe once in a lifetime, you'll find someone who will make you feel wonderful. Hang on to that someone no matter what." -Unknown
Annabeth rocked back and forth against the corner of her bedroom. She held her hands over her ears and her legs were curled to her chest. Her parents were fighting. Again. She tried drowning out the sound of their screams by placing her headphones in her ears and turning up her music as loud as she could. She tried distracting herself by working on some of her designs, but that didn't help. Nothing did when her parents fought. They could go on for hours on end. Annabeth was always trapped in her room forced to hear their screams. Every so often she could hear the sound of a hand hitting a cheek and her stepmother's cry. Her father was a terrible man. She lifted her grey New York sweatshirt to reveal purple bruises forming on her arm. She could point to every bruise and say why she had gotten it. The bruise forming just below her right shoulder was from coming home late last Monday. The bruise on her lower thigh was from Friday. She wore to short of short- her father showed her what boys could do to her when she wore those kind of shorts. She lightly touched the new one, from tonight, and it stung. Tears formed in her eyes. Her father would soon burst through the door to 'teach her a lesson'. A lesson she didn't want, a lesson she got every night, a lesson she didn't need because she didn't do anything.
She needed to escape, she needed to be free. She couldn't take this pain anymore, she couldn't take this hurt. Her bedroom window was only inches away, barely two feet. Annabeth slowly and quietly moved to the window. Her body aching from the pain her father caused her earlier. She grabbed her light green trench coat, and inched her way to the window. Annabeth opened the window, careful not to make it squeak, and stepped outside. She silently thanked her stepmother for installing a window in her tiny basement room. Annabeth walked up the wooden stairs to the grass. Her feet began to move, they began to run. Her legs ran faster than they had ever gone before. Her lungs were about to burst, but she kept moving. Annabeth knew if she stopped now, she would be in even more pain than she ever had been before in the hands of her father. This made her run harder, faster. She thought she would never stop until a hard force slammed into her chest, turning her world to darkness.
A/N: This is another series. Hopefully. Maybe. I don't know yet, if enough people like it I'll add more. You know me, whenever I begin a series, I like to make the first chapter really short to see if people like it. (: Also ask me questions on FormSpring. /writingluverr81 You can send me story requests through PM. I would also like to point out that this story takes place when Percy & Annabeth are around 16 and nothing with Demi-Gods came up, nor did the war or quests happen. She'll be finding out for the first time she's a demigod.
-demigodgirl1