Chapter 3: Golden Sand
I had been on this floating rock for six days and still my scar hadn't healed.
I didn't think it ever would. Now I had a huge gash that stretched from my right temple down to my ear. What a fashion statement.
However, my other bruises were healing remarkably fast. I guess that was because of Calypso's magic. Though I was grateful, I still didn't like being around her.
She was beautiful, but not in that preppy, lets-see-who-can-put-on-the-most-makeup-and-still-look-good kind of way. She just seemed so…natural, like she didn't try to look pretty. She just was.
I could easily see why Percy had fallen for the tramp. She had beautiful hair that fell down in ringlets to the small of her back, those startling grey eyes that seemed ageless, and didn't have a bad mind either. Sensing a trend here people? If not, then you're either blind or really clueless.
I had admitted to myself a long time ago that I was jealous. So jealous, in fact, that I was practically oozing green from my eyeballs. I knew it wasn't very fair, and she hadn't done anything wrong.
Correction: She had fallen in love with my Seaweed Brain. In my book, that's considered a one-way ticket to Wrongville.
You've probably already figured out by now that I'm not dead. In fact, I bet you're all asking that same puzzling question: How in the name of Zeus did I survive that plummet to my almost death at Niagara Falls? Well my dears, that is an excellent question. The truth is, I have no idea. When I asked Calypso, she said that maybe a god had taken pity on me. Just as Hera did for Percy, but I wasn't so sure. Keep in mind that I still didn't like Calypso, so I wasn't very keen to listen to her much.
Anyway, I was sitting at my vanity, staring at myself (and all my battle-scarred glory) when Dr. Wonderful herself came through my cavern's threshold, carrying a steaming bowl.
"Annabeth? I've brought you some soup. Are you hungry?" she asked in a soft voice.
"No."I replied in a cold, flat one.
"Sweetie," her eyebrows knit together with worry. "you haven't eaten hardly anything since you've gotten here. You have to eat if you want to get better. "
I shrugged and kept staring at the blond haired, grey eyed beauty in the mirror. (Me. Not her.) Calypso sat the soup on the bedside table and bent down to stoke the fire.
As I looked at her reflection in the mirror, I couldn't see why Percy had left her. I'd always thought he left because he wanted to be with me, but now I wasn't so sure. Maybe the reason why he had come back wasn't because of me, but because of his duty. Of what he had to do to save the world. If it was true, maybe he still loved her.
No. That couldn't be true. On the beach that night, I kissed him, and he'd kissed me back. I'd felt something then, like million butterflies seemed to awaken inside of me. Didn't he fell something then too? Did he even feel that way now?
I wouldn't know. I didn't even know if he had escaped from Rhea's fortress. And if he did, it wouldn't be until I got off this retched island that I would be able to confront him about it. So why am I still here?
The shuffle of Calypso's feet jarred me back from that terrifying realization.
"Annabeth! Listen to me!" the piercing aggravation in her voice startled me. "I know we haven't been on the best of terms these past couple of days. I also know that your itching to get away from Ogygia."
"That's an understatement." I murmured.
"But deep down, you know better than anyone that you are no good in anyone's fight when you're injured like this. You'd just be a liability. Plus, you would exhaust the medical supplies of your camp." She reached for my hand, but I quickly pulled it away and stood up. Deep down, I knew she was right, but that certainly didn't mean I had to like it.
"You just don't get it do you?" I roared. Calypso's face was white with shock.
"My scars have almost disappeared, I've taken long jogs on the beach every morning, and the only time I've felt feverish was when I accidently fell asleep by the fire!"
"Annabeth, I was only just-" she started, but I wasn't finished.
"I've been attacked by monsters, thrown off cliffs, have been stabbed and hacked at by evil, stuck up bitches (her face became confused at the word. I guess she had never heard it before. Huh.)
"AND, have had my heart ripped out over and over again by a boy who could either be dead or alive right now! I wouldn't know. Do you know why Dr. Pretty Face? It's because I'm stuck here on this stupid rock with YOU! " I stabbed my finger through the air at her.
Calypso's eyes said that I'd hurt her. Good. I thought.
"I'm so sorry. I didn't know you felt…"
"Whatever. I'm going for a jog. And don't bother trying to stop me."I stormed out. Not caring to put on my shoes. I turned right and started down the beach, letting the warm ocean breeze and the soft pounding of the golden sand beneath my feet absorb all my troubles.
Of course, being a demigod, nothing is ever that easy.
