Hey everyone! Yup i'm back with another chapter for you guys. Once again, thank you for all your reviews for the last chapter, they can really sometimes make the difference between a bad day and a good day. :) This chapter may not have a ton of action in it, but I promise later on there will be. (hint hint)

Annabeth PoV

"What are you doing?" I nearly screamed. I slammed the door shut and threw my backpack onto the floor. She didn't even look up, she just continued shattering my heart into pieces. I rushed to her and held her arms back. "Stop!" I yelled at her. She easily pulled out of my grip and pushed me back. I stumbled and fell down onto the hard wooden floor. I got back up and tried to take some pictures that haven't been ripped yet, but then she slapped me on the face. Hard. I instantly dropped the pictures and my hand crept to where she just struck. It burned like fire. A taunting fire that I couldn't fight back. I forced the tears away. It wasn't the time to start crying. By now, my mom was already done. She looked down at me.

"He left us here, I don't want to see his face if he isn't coming back." She slurred.

"YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND ANYTHING!" I yelled. I tried to say more, but she took my arm behind my back and held it against it. I cried out in alarm. She was strong.

"You better quiet down if you know what's good for you." She hissed in my ear. I had to remind myself that this wasn't her. She was a good person inside. I bit my cheek to stop me from screaming in pain. Satisfied with my silence, she let go of me. I ran to my room. Yes, I was ashamed in her but with myself too. I still didn't tell her how much I worry about her, and care. I didn't tell her that I wanted her to change. I didn't tell her how much I missed dad. I couldn't tell her things kids would usually tell their mothers.

My room looked like a tornado hit it. All my stuff was scattered on the floor. Nothing was missing except my picture of my dad on my nightstand. I leaned on the window that wasn't facing the street, but facing another house. I sank to my knees on the windowsill and buried my head in my arms. I was a failure. I didn't cry, there's a point in your life when you feel like you have nothing inside left to cry about.

"Annabeth?" Someone asked. My head snapped up. Across from where I was sitting was a different window from a different house. In that window was Percy. He was staring at me in concern. He lived right next to me.

"Oh hey Percy…" I tried for a smile but it faltered immediately. I couldn't bring myself to be happy. Not after all of that.

"Is there something wrong?" His green eyes scanned over me.

"No, nothings wrong." I lied. I knew he knew I was lying though. I could see it in the way he looked at me.

"Annabeth, you're a really bad liar." He told me. "But seriously, what's wrong?" he said obviously worried.

"I'm fine Percy. There's nothing to worry about, I can take care of myself." I rolled my eyes. He pursed his lips, clearly still not believing me.

"Ok, well I'll see you tomorrow." He gave me a lopsided grin as if he was trying not to burst my bubble. That made me want to tell him everything. The way he actually was worried for me, and cared about my feelings. I decided against it, and just waved instead. Who knows? He really could be acting everything out. I got out of his line of sight and leaned against the wall and took a deep breath.

Just once in a while I want something good to happen. Maybe, in order for something good to happen I have to try for it. Maybe, I can't just wait for it to come to me, and I have to find it myself. I pursed my lips and made my way back to where I last saw my mother. She was gone. I searched through the whole entire house and I couldn't find her. I became worried. This was my entire fault. I'm the one who left her alone. Why, why, why did I leave her alone? Even though it was only a couple of minutes, she can do a lot in that time. There wasn't an anything I could do until she came home. I couldn't call the police; they might arrest her for child abuse and drink driving. She was the only person I had left, and even though she didn't seem like much, she still meant a lot to me. She was the reason I was probably still fighting. To help her change and be a better person.

She came back home around 9:00 at night. I had finished eating and my homework was completed. I was sitting on the couch putting the finishing touches to my best design yet. She stumbled through the doorway. If it was even possible, she was drunker then before and that was hard to beat. I ran over to her to try and help her but she pushed me away.

"I don't know you." She garbled.

"Yes you do, mom let me help-" I started walking over to her again but she pulled back when I touched her.

"I don't want you here." She slurred.

"You don't know what your talking about mom." I tried to explain but then she struck me on the face. I didn't wince. I had to dig deep if I was going to change her.

"Don't tell me what I know and what I don't." she growled and then she walked to her bedroom leaving me standing there. I gritted my teeth and followed her putting all the courage I had inside of me.

"Listen to me mom, just for once LISTEN." I demanded but she was unconscious on her bed. I sighed annoyed. So close but yet so far away. I put a cool moist cloth on her head and put the covers up to her chin. It's a cycle. She gets drunk, I try and tell her that I care, she doesn't listen, she passes out, I take care of her, she's asleep whenever she's sober, I go to school, I come back, she's drunk again. It keeps repeating over and over again and I'm sick of it. Something needs to change fast.

At around 12:00, I left her in her passed out state and went back to my room. It was still cluttered, and I put everything back into their proper place. I just couldn't be disorganized; it drove me crazy not knowing where everything was.

I fell asleep around 1:30, but it wasn't peaceful sleep. It was filled with dark dirty pasts. When my father died.

It was after school, and it was a beautiful day. My dad promised me that we would go to his work finally. I always wanted to see the buildings he designed in his own office. He said one day he would show me, and today was that day.

When I entered my house, the familiar smell of lilac filled the air. My mom always kept a bowl of them on our table since we grew them in our backyard. Right now, she was at work going about her business oblivious to the fact that something very bad was about to happen to her husband.

My father was sitting in his black leather armchair watching his T.V. comedies like usual when I went up to him.

"Hi dad!" I greeted and sat on the arm of his chair. His pepper hair was fairly brushed and I knew he brushed it just for me. The only other time he brushes his hair was in weddings, or when he was out for dinner with mom.

"Hello princess." He smiled.

"Dadddd I told you not to call me that." I whined. "I'm a big girl now." I scowled. He continued smiling and stroked my hair.

"That's right, I forgot. You grow up so fast." His eyes gleamed with pride.

"Speaking of growing up, you promised you would take me to your work today." I reminded him. His head lolled back and his hand fell from my hair. At first I thought he was joking around. "Dad, I know you're really not dead." I rolled my eyes but he didn't answer. I narrowed my eyes and put my head against his chest. His heart was beating slower then usual. Very slow. I got worried. I rushed to the phone and called the police immediately. I told them to get an ambulance down here instantly.

It seemed like hours before they came. They found me cradling my dad's head in my arms whispering it was going to be okay, even though it wasn't. I didn't even know if he could hear me.

When we got to the hospital, they wouldn't let me see him. They took him away from me. They had no right doing that, I deserved to know if he was fine or not. I was able to call mom and she came as fast as she could.

That night my mom and me sat there in the blue chairs waiting patiently even though we were both very tired. At 3:00 in the morning, the doctor came out and shook his head. My mom started crying, but I got angry. I got angry with the doctors who couldn't save him.

"IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT! YOU'RE THE WORST DOCTOR EVER YOU CAN'T EVEN SAVE SOMEONES LIFE!" I yelled.

"There was nothing we could have done." The doctor said simply. It was a lame excuse, a lame answer. It was the worst day of my life. It was pressed into my brain and stuck there like a tattoo forever.

I jolted away immediately. My breathing was fast and my neck and face was beaded with sweat. It had to come back and hang in my mind, right when I was on the very tip of falling. I started sobbing into my pillow. Nothing could save me from my past I knew that. It would keep catching up with me, lingering in my mind until hell freezes over.

Thank you for reading! Don't forget to review, theres always room for improvement even for the best writers. (I'm not saying i'm a good writer, just trying to prove a point)

May take awhile for updating again and I know I always say this it will take awhile, but my star testing is coming in 2 weeks and my teachers are trying to bombard us with tests before the star tests.