Under the surface

by Sophie-the-wise-one

Annabeth Chase has a hard life. Her father abuses her, she cuts herself, all her friends betrayed her and she's getting bullied. But in senior year things begin to change. Is it possible that her biggest bully, Percy Jackson, can see trough her mask? Some things change. She doesn't know yet, if this is good or bad. Find out in "Under the Surface" Rated T For abuse and selfharm.

1. Prologue

Prologue

My name is Annabeth Chase. You probably want to know something about my life, my horrible life. Maybe I'll tell you. I mean, I already told someone. A girl. Her name was Thalia Grace. She was my best friend. Thalia, too, had a hard life. Her mom was always drunk and yelled at her. I trusted her with my darkest secrets, but then, at the beginning of sophomore year, she moved away. I know it wasn't her fault, but when she left, things went worse.

My so called 'friends' ditched me. They, and the other students, began bullying me. That hurted. Even my best friend: Percy Jackson. He became a stereotypical jock. He became my biggest bully. He told me I was ugly, hideous, a worthless piece of shit, a nobody. It hurted like hell. Can you imagine I almost told him my secrets? Well, that was a day before Thalia left. I hoped that he had this attitude just for a small amount of time. But I was wrong. Junior year came. The bullying still went on, but I started to become numb. I could still hear it, but it couldn't hurt me anymore. I became used to it.

But all these things aren't my biggest problems. I have two dark secrets. My first and biggest problem is my dad. Fredrick Chase. He was always nice and a great dad, but then my mother died because of a brain tumor. My dad, he changed… a lot. One day, on my 8th birthday, he came to my room. I was reading my favorite book: To kill a mockingbird. He said: "Get up.". I obeyed. Then he just slapped me in the face and said: "If you ever tell someone about this, I will kill you.". Then he walked out of my room.

I have another, quite big, problem. I cut myself. After every day, when I wake up because of a slap in the face, go to school, where Percy calls me names. I come home and get a beating from my dad, I go to the drawer in my room. Here do I keep my blade hidden. I get the blade, go to the bathroom and swipe the blade over my arm. The blade leaves angry, red mark all over my arm. I know it is a addiction. I know it is sick. But this is the only way I can let my anger, my sadness and my pain out. I mean what would you do in my place?

You still want to know my story? I'll tell you. I'll start with the beginning of my senior year in Goode High School, New York. I taught this year would be the same as last year. Oh gods… if I only know how wrong I was.

Quote of the day:

"Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about thingse that matter."

-Martin Luther King Jr.

AN

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Adíos

-Sophie-the-wise-one