A/N: Hiya people! I haven't posted in a while, sorry. I hope you enjoy this! I was reading some angsty stories last night and I was inspired to write this.
You know, I like writing angsty stories. :D They're more deep. Happy stories... they're harder for me to write.
Anyways, on with the story!
Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson or anything like that. Rick Riordan does.
Running, always running.
She ran. And ran and ran. The unforgiving wind whistled past her ears, whipping her hair around her face and tousling her clothes. Her bitter tears mingled with the rough gale. Her breath was coming in short, ragged breaths. Her ribs ached from all her heaving cries and she had developed a throbbing cramp on her left side long ago.
Yet, she ran.
She couldn't understand it. Why did he get kidnapped? She screamed in frustration. Everybody let her down, even if it wasn't their fault. First Thalia, getting turned into a pine tree. Then Luke, betraying her for Kronos. Silena, who was a spy, though she died a hero at the end. Her father and stepmother used to kick her out all the time. The one person she thought would never leave, the one that would always stay by her side, was... gone.
Gone. Disappeared. Vanished.
Her body was screaming in protest now; her arms and legs felt like lead weights, her heart was hammering like crazy. She had an ear-splitting headache. Tears streamed down her face, blurring her vision.
Yet, she ran.
"It isn't fair!" she screamed at no one in the particular. The sky, the wind, the waves, the woods. She got all the bad breaks. Her breath hitched as she tripped over a fallen, dead tree lying on the sandy beach. She landed with a soft thump. Staying where she was, she curled up into a tight ball, sobbing and wailing into her arms.
Rain began to fall in slick sheets, plastering her hair to her face and neck, and drenching her clothes so that they clung to her frame. Slowly, she uncurled herself. She knew that if she stayed any longer, getting soaked by the stinging drops of water, she would get sick. And she didn't intend to be sick when she was combing America for him. She had to find him.
Find. Discover. Obtain.
She staggered back to her cabin, conscious that she probably looked like a mess. But she didn't care. Most of the crowd that had surrounded Cabin 3 had dispersed. Anybody she met or saw along the way greeted her in a fake, cheerful voice, pretending to not notice that she had gone into hysterics just a couple hours back.
She fell onto her bed, immediately entangling herself in her soft, warm blanket. Worn out by the hours of running and sobbing and wailing, she was lulled to sleep by the warm bed. The last thought she registered before drifting off to dreams was I will find Percy. And I will bring him back, and never let him go.
In her dream, she was back on the beach. Running, always running. Hair streaming, tears falling, arms pumping, legs moving.
Why did she run?her dream-self mused.
She ran to get away from it all. She ran to let it all out. She ran to express her distress. She ran because the person she loved the most in the world was gone. She ran and ran and ran.
Because sometimes, all a girl can do is run.
A/N: So how was it? My stories keep getting shorter and shorter, I know. I'd appreciate any reviews! :)
