This chapter took me so long to write. Not because it's the longest but because I couldn't figure out Percy's POV for the longest time. Disclaimer: i do not own any PJO characters. ENJOY!

Chapter 4

2 Years Ago

Annabeth POV

Seventh and eighth grade flew by. I managed to play for my school's track and softball teams despite the fact of them both taking place in the Spring. I did both for both years. Even though I was on two different sports teams, I still have zero friends. I've stopped trying to make friends after realizing that it just was not going to happen. I'm alone one hundred percent of the time now because even when my parents are home, they aren't.

I missed Percy to death. It was unbearable and intolerable without him. And with this realization and pain of being completely alone, I grabbed a knife. My parents wouldn't and couldn't care. They were never around enough to notice. I couldn't even believe that I was about to do this. I could have done a million other things. I could have finally manned up and called Seaweed brain. Oh, how I longed to see him. Hear his voice. Stare deep into those beautiful, unique sea green eyes.

Just thinking that pushed me to the edge and actually do something. I took the knife in my hand and used it to slit my wrists. I'd had enough. I couldn't deal with it anymore. The pain that I had no more Percy, no friends, no family, nothing. I had nothing at all. I had already made a few cuts before I even noticed that there was blood all over the place. I went into my bathroom and ran lukewarm water on my arm. It hurt like a bitch. Not as painful and how you feel though, I thought silently to myself.

Just to take extra precaution, I started wearing sweatshirts all the time despite the bloody hot weather. I didn't mind that I was weak. I just didn't want others to know. Come to think of it though, no one probably would have noticed. But, you can never be too safe I suppose. Kind of ironic for this situation, don't ya think?

I was also having some major self-esteem issues. I hated how people looked at me. I tried everything and did everything. I took diet pills. I made myself throw up. I was constantly exercising. When I wasn't popping pills, throwing up, or exercising I was either crying or cutting myself. Sometimes even both. I only ever ate dinner… If that. Sometimes I would go one to three days without eating. Nobody noticed. Not Mom. Not Dad. Nobody. They hadn't a clue how I felt. They didn't really care, quite frankly.

I was so depressed all the time now. I stopped caring for my grades long ago. I didn't have a purpose in life anymore. I had nothing. What purpose was there really? Even when I didn't care I was still making B's. To be quite honest, I wanted to die.

I bet Percy didn't feel this way. I bet he had made new friends and was leading an exemplary life. He had probably long forgotten about me now. He would never do what I was doing. He wasn't like that. I don't think he could ever be. He probably thought the same thing about me though and look at what I've been doing.

Thinking this made me even more depressed than before. I got the knife again and worked my way up my arms. I went into the bathroom and washed them to stop the blood from getting all over the place. I bet he even has a girlfriend by now, I thought out loud.

"That should be me!" I screamed to myself.

And with that, I grabbed a bottle of pills. I had no idea what pills they were, but they had to be mine if they were in my bathroom. I grabbed a few and took them. I had no clue what I was doing. I was acting on impulse.

I would be starting high school soon. I was going into the ninth grade. I had no clubs, no sports, just school work. Ninth grade was filled with more depression, more pills, and more scars. I was numb that whole year. Nobody noticed. Not teachers, not students, not my own parents. That was how I knew nobody cared about me. I was invisible to the world. I thought I could find my happiness. And my brain convinced me I did. That happiness was straight from the bottle.

2 Years Ago

Percy POV

Seventh and eighth grade went by without a hitch. I had all my new friends to keep me company; I was never lonely. I was on the swim team both years. I had accepted the past. The fact that Annabeth moved. The fact that she was never coming back.

She was probably fine. Definitely one of the most beautiful and most popular girls at her school I bet. The smartest hands down. It's been about three years, but I've accepted all the facts. That made me happy. It was sad that she wasn't around though. I was happy I was surrounded by my friends though.

Life was genuinely good. I was doing really well in school (for me anyway). I spent a lot of my time in the water. It just calmed me down and made me forget about the world. I knew deep down that Wise Girl was okay. She was always okay. Nothing could ever get to her. She would never do anything stupid or irrational. She was Annabeth Chase. She was Wise Girl.

Ninth grade was great. That, too, passed without a hitch. I had descent grades; I had all my classes with my friends. I was on Varsity Swimming Team. Captain, too, may I add. And I'd say I did a pretty damn good job, if I do say so myself. We came in first place at every competition.

I also had a girlfriend for a short stint of time. Her name was Calypso. She was gorgeous. She was generally new to school. She moved here three years ago. I ended up breaking up with her, though. In reality, I dated her to try to get over Annabeth. She was nothing like Anna though. She didn't even compare. That was a small setback in my acceptance.

Wise Girl probably thinks I did something stupid, me being her Seaweed Brain and all. Seaweed Brain. I haven't heard that name in a while. I didn't allow anyone else to call me that. She was the only one. Just like how I was the only one who could call her Wise Girl. Hell, I was the only one who could even barely get by with calling her Annie. The first time I did, I swear she might have killed me.

I missed her terribly. I didn't let it show, though. I feel like one of the most important things in the world had been taken away from me. It still hurt that she lied to me. But, in actuality, I would probably have done the same thing. Anything to not hurt her. That was the last thing I wanted to do. Seeing her hurt would kill me. And she probably felt the same way. I knew she hated it when I was hurt and I knew she couldn't stand it.

But all of that is in the past I'll never see her again. Or so I thought..