Me: Hey, guys! Man.. This chapter I've ha dome bad writer's block. BUT HAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAHAAHHAA IT HAS NOT WOONNNN.

Leo:...

Me:...

Leo:..

Me.. Shut up, not a word from you.

When I woke up, I wasn't on the deck like I remember. I was on a white bed in a room I didn't recognize. One question came to my mind: Why wasn't I in my room? I would have panicked if it weren't for Angie walking through the door. "Kat! You're awake."

"Uhh... yeah." I was utterly confused by everything. "I hate to sound rude, but ahh..." I scratched by chin. "Why am I in here?"

"Well, Annabeth found you on the ground on deck... we thought something went wrong and I had a heart attack, no thanks to you. But you looked fine when Annabeth and I looked you over." She had a frown on her face as she told me what had happened. "Are you okay? I mean..."

"Yeah," I nodded. "I'm okay. I was tired..."

Her features smoothed out. She got what I was trying to say. I silently thanked her for not making me say it out loud. "Sorry to worry you," I pulled my knees up and hung my head in shame. "I didn't mean to."

"I know... it's not your fault."

There was silent for a moment. The silence stabbed me with knives, one by one. I couldn't stand it anymore, so I spoke up. "So where are the others?" There was another moment of silence and I had immediately thought that something was wrong.

"On deck cleaning,"

Thank the Gods.

"How do you feel now?" She sat on the edge of the bed.

"Fine," I lied. "I'm fine."

"You know you can talk to me about anything, right? I can help..."

"I know," I gave her a smile. "Thank you-"

The ship suddenly tilted to the right, throwing us to the side. The metal hit my skin and I knew it would leave a huge bruise for me to deal with for a few weeks. I helped Angie up and we ran to the deck.

The brunette daughter of Poseidon covered her mouth and looked sick at the sight. Everyone was lying face down in blood; I immediately knew it was theirs. Everyone... dead. This couldn't be happening. This just... couldn't!

I walked over to Annabeth, a tear slipping out of my eye. Her hand was clenched in Percy's. They were at the bottom of the pile of dead, lifeless, bodies. I looked up at everyone else. Their eyes were so dull. A lump formed in my throat as more tears spilled. It was a gruesome sight to see. Leo had a permanent grin drawn on his face from a knife. Frank was crying blood. Jason... he didn't even have eyes. The optic nerve was ripped and the Ciliary body was what remained in the socket. Hazel's neck was snapped and her head was smashed open. Nico's torso had been ripped open, his lungs and intestines taken out. Piper had her heart removed, but it was still beating in her bloody hand as she kept a good hold on it. Thalia's skin was like wax as it melted and mixed in with the blood that surrounded all of them.

I turned to Angie and opened my mouth to say something. But I stopped and stared in horror as her body was slumped up against the door. "A-Angie?"

No reply.

"Angie!" I screamed and then ran to her, kneeling by my best friend. "No, no, no, no! Please, Angie talk to me! Don't die on me, please!" I leaned against the frame of the door and cried. Red stained my hands as I tried to press them against the stomach wound, desperate to make it stop. But it was useless and I screamed at the sky and at everything I could because of it.

"Caitlyn!" My head shot up and looked for the source of the voice. I didn't see anyone. "Caitlyn," it called out again. My head went from side to side, trying to find it. Dang it, where is it coming from? A shadow loomed over us.

"Kat, c'mon wake up please!"

My vision was blurry as soon as I opened my eyes. A groan pushed itself past my lips when I tried to sit up. I was stiff and it didn't help when I moved.

Once everything was clear, I saw everyone surrounding me. It made me a bit claustrophobic; there was no air to breathe.

All pairs of eyes were on me as I freaked out a bit. "U-uh... hi." My hands clenched into a fist. That was when I realized I wasn't in a bed, nor was it morning. I was exactly right where I had made my mistake of falling asleep: the front of the Argo II. It was still dark. I tried to act nonchalant from this point on. "What's up?"

I saw Annabeth give me a crazed look. "Are you okay?"

"Why wouldn't I be?" I gave her the same look back, sweat running down the back of my neck.

"We heard you scream and came to see what happened..."

Percy continued for her, "We found you thrashing around here for a few minutes before you actually woke up."

I laughed and waved, as if to shoo the truth away. "No need to worry about me. I just get nightmares sometimes. No biggie! Okie doke?" I hoped I was convincing enough. Of course, I could see hesitation on Percy's face before he just nodded. Annabeth looked like she didn't believe me, but didn't say anything. Hazel looked worried along with the others. Nico... he looked sympathetic. Guess he knows what it's like.

I got up and ignored my protesting brain. "Sorry for the disturbance, guys."

They all hummed an "okay". As we were heading back to the kitchen, a hand made contact with my arm and pulled me back. I would have panicked if I didn't turn around.

Angie stood there. "You know you can talk to me about anything, right? I can help.."

I shivered, the words echoing in my head. I hoped for one thing: my dream not becoming a reality. "Yeah, I know. Thanks, Ang."

Without another word, I got up with my head hung, and walked into the lower deck. It was unoccupied, which meant I had time to think. I sat on on the ground, my back against one of the many crates lying around. I curled up, knees to my chest, head laying only arms as they rested only knees. My mind was wrapped around the dream and what it meant. Does it mean everyone was going to die? And by who.. or what. Tears stung my eyes as I got frustrated by it all. I didn't want to think about it, but it was the only thing stuck in my mind. I wasn't going to sleep for the rest of the night, maybe even the rest of my life. "Please, dad.." I pleaded. "Help me with this. I'll do anything.."

No response, Of course. Apollo never answered any of my prayers. It only made me cry harder. I get it, he has other kids, but that doesn't mean that he can neglect every single one of us. He should actually be a dad, or at least try to be one. If you don't have time for a kid, don't have one. We all know what he should've worn.

Shuffling from the shadows caught my attention. My head snapped up as my pupils dilated, trying to find what was hiding in the dark. I didn't spot anything, so I sighed and stared at the ground. "Great," I murmured. "Now I'm going insane."

I heard footsteps this time. When I looked up, Nico was standing a few feet away from me. I smiled at him and waved. "H-hey, Nico! I didn't expect you to be down here."

He rolled his dark eyes at me. "Don't try an fake a smile. I can see right through it. And besides.. I was here for the whole thing."

My eyes shifted from him, to my torn up black converse as my smile dropped instantly. "Okay, so you were here.. I don't ask for pity and I don't want it."

"I'm not going to give you pity. Only some relation."

I looked up at him once more. Nico was sitting across from me now. I signaled for him to go on.

"Nightmares are tough for a demigod... They can be telling what's happening at the moment, or what's in store for the future, or just to scare you."

"I'm hoping it's the third choice.. I.. don't want it to be the future. At all." He gave me a questioning look, which I took as a sign to continue. "I woke up and I wasn't on the deck. I was in the little infirmary and then Angie walked in.." I told him all about it, but just left out the gory details. "And every time I close my eyes, I see it all over again. I feel like I can't even blink without it showing up and it's driving me up the wall. I don't know what to do anymore and-" I stopped myself there and apologized. "I'm.. sorry. I shouldn't be dumping all of this on you."

"It's fine," He told me. A frown was placed on his face as he stared at the space in front of us.

No, it wasn't fine. It was never fine.

"It won't come true." I couldn't tell if he was just saying that, or if he was being sincere from the stoic look he had on.

I would have liked to believe that. But I couldn't.

It won't come true.

It won't come true.

It won't come true.

It can't come true.

But it was all too real to be just a dream.

Me: I love you all! That's why this is the ending. I was gonna shoot for 2,000 words, but it's so late over here. I'm sorry! I'll try and do it for the next chapter. Remember to view and like this story, flames are always welcome.

Leo: STOP TRYING TO SOUND LIKE A YOUTUBER.

Me: I SAID NOT A WOOORRDD.