I cant stop thinking about her. Its been ten years since the accident. ten years since i've had my heart ripped out. ten years on my own. you'd think "Hey. Look its Percy, see how much he has grown? He's twenty-eight now", but in realily, im still stuck on the day she died. Back when we were both eight-teen. How can the best day of your life turn into the worst you've ever experianced?
The rain was splattering hard against the window pain making me feel uneasy. The wind was really strong, it had blown over all the trashcans on the street. It was dark outside too. It was supposed to be the middle of the day, but if you werent looking at the clock youd probably think it was late at night.
I was sitting there on the couch in my Plaid pajama pants and a plain white V neck mens fit tee. My hair was dishevled from not having combed it in days and the stuble on my chin had finally turned into a small beard. There was trash everywhere. Soda cans strewn about the living room and pizza crust all over the furnature. I had become a wreck. This would have been our ten year anniversery being married. of not killing each other out of stupidness. We were supposed to have a big happy family. its what she wanted. but then they took her. and they killed her. if i had only been there a minute sooner i could have saved her. But when she needed me the most where was I? I couldnt even tell you that.
I woke up a couple hours later to absolute silence. I must have fallen asleep thinking about her again because when i awoke my cheeks where tearstained. Ive grown accustomed to waking up crying my eyes out or screaming from nightmares about her dying replaying over and over in my head. Nico has tried to get me out of my house. My mother, Sally, has come by a couple times in the past but stopped when she saw that no matter how hard she tried she couldnt make me happy. I didnt exist anymore to anyone. Probably because i didnt exist to myself.
After what seemed like eons of my just sitting there sobbing again i got up and went to the bathroom to look in the mirror. i needed a shower that much clear. there were huge bags under my eyes and i was starting to smell. slowly i gathered everything i needed and got in biding my time like normal trying to get clean. i figured if i didnt clean up for myself i might as well clean up for her. today was the day i was finally going to go visit her grave. for the first time since we buried her. i couldnt stay away much longer. something was beckoning me her gravesight.
I got out of the shower and applied some shaving cream to my face. she hated when i grew my facial hair out. said it hurt to kiss me since i had such rough stuble. so i would shave for her. i combed my hair forward into my face, it not going below my eyebrows, but being very uneven since i do my own cutting. i went into my closet and picked out the nicest clothes i had to wear. A longsleeved plaid red and white button up shirt with khaki pants and brown loafers was the only thing suitable for where i was going. i wanted to look my best.
All the color had drained from my eyes. instead of them being their normal sea green they were dull and lifeless. My skin was pale since it hadnt seen the sun in gods know how long and i wasnt used to moving so much. i grabbed my keys, which were dusty on the keyrack, and put my leather jacket on before grabbing my helmet and heading out to my Harley in the shed.
It took a couple tries to get her started but when i did i peeled out and headed to the nearest flower shop. i wasnt going to go visit her without anything to give her since it has been ten years.
I got a big bouquet of roses and lilacs, her favourites, and wrapped them up tightly and put them in my saddlebags so the rainy wind wouldnt damage them. it was stupid of my to be even attemping to ride in this weather, it was a death wish for sure, but i had to go. at that very moment.
I rode twelve miles before pulling up to the cemetary gates. it was closed but the padlock was open to i put my bike on the kickstand and turned the engine off before going up to the gate and opening it. i went back to my bike and grabbed the flowers then walked inside. the gates closed behind me but i thought nothing of it. i was only intent on remembering where she was buried. after countless minutes of searching i finally found her tombstone.
-Annabeth Chase-
1992-2010 Beloved daughter and girlfriend
i fell to my knees in front of it tears springing to my eyes. My heart couldnt hold all the pain that was washing over me. the pain of never feeling my best friend, my girlfriend, my everything again. never hearing her soft voice when she was being sweet or her stern one when i was being scolded. never laying eyes on her beautiful golden face again. never looking into her deep stormy grey eyes so full of love and emotion it took my breath away.
The sobs ripped through my chest and i was shaking. "Annabeth.." i croaked."im so sorry"
"Percy?" My head snapped up at my name. that voice was familiar yet i couldnt place it. i looked around blinded by my tears but couldnt see anyone. so who had said my name?
andddd thats the end of the first chapter. if you like it review if you dont, then review anyways haha. like i said i dont have spell check or autocap or anything so please bear with me.