"Your voice has chased away, all the sanity in me." Evanescence, My Immortal

Percy left the library, and headed home. He was sick of this. How could Annabeth do this to him? He thought she loved him. He got in his car, and took the long route home. He plugged his iPod into his car, and selected his depressing playlist. He decided to start with Bullet, a Hollywood Undead song. It most represented his mood right now.

My legs are dangling off the edge, the bottom of the bottle is my only friend, I think I'll slit my wrist again, and I'm gone, gone, gone, gonSe!

More tears streamed down Percy's face. He didn't bother wiping them away. He knew more would come. He didn't think he'd ever get over this.

My legs are dangling off the edge, a stomach full of pills didn't work again, I put a bullet in my head, and I'm gone, gone, gone, gone!

The idea seemed appealing to him. Suicide. He could go see his Annabeth again. He could hold her and kiss her, and she'd never be taken from him again. It would be so simple. All it would take is a little turn of the steering wheel…

No, no, he couldn't do that. Even if he did see Annabeth, she would never forgive him for that. Suicide was out of the question. Percy pushed the thought into the dark recesses of his mind. Then what could he do? What could help him cope with this impossible burden? Nothing came to mind…

He arrived home. He didn't bother turning the lights on. There was only darkness anyways. He didn't bother going to his kitchen. He couldn't bring himself to eat. Percy walked into his bedroom and sat on his bed in the cold, unforgiving darkness. If he closed his eyes, and thought hard enough, he could almost feel Annabeth behind him, wrapping her hands around his stomach, and resting her head on his shoulder. He opened his eyes and reality finally asserted itself. Percy broke down, and sobbed into his pillow. It was a terrible, awful sound. A scratchy scream tore itself from his throat as he continued crying.

Gone, gone gone… she's gone… I'll never see her again, I'll never hold her, and kiss her, and I was too late to comfort her… oh God, why…

He sobbed himself to sleep.

Percy was walking down the sidewalk. The winter air pressed down on him. A little further ahead of him was a girl, with beautiful blond locks. Percy saw her, and ran after her.

"Annabeth? Annabeth!" He touched the girl's shoulder, and she whirled around. An unfamiliar face presented itself.

"Who're you? My name isn't Annabeth!" The girl exclaimed. Percy's face fell.

The girl disappeared, just winked out of existence. Percy felt a tap on his back. He turned and saw his one true love crying.

"Why… why didn't you help me Percy?!" Annabeth yelled. "Why, why, WHY-"

Percy woke, but he no longer woke with a jump. He had been having those kinds of dreams ever since he had gotten home from the library a fortnight ago. He sat up. He walked past the bathroom and the kitchen. He no longer had the desire to take care of himself, and his appearance confirmed it. His once beautiful black hair now almost touched his shoulders. He had a very fine layer of dirt over his skin, and his once bright and eager green eyes had dulled to a numb gray.

Percy walked to his living room. He did this every morning nowadays. He sat there, and tried to think of what he lived for now.

Nothing came to mind.

His left arm briefly stung, and he glanced at it. A long jagged cut ran from his wrist to nearly his elbow. It wasn't a suicide attempt, he had sworn not to, but it was a way to cope. He had only done it once, the morning after his escapade at the library. He absentmindedly scratched at it, reopening the wound slightly. Blood dripped. He watched it travel down his arm, and drip onto the carpet, staining it red. He made no move to clean it. He no longer cared about anything. There was no point in caring about anything if Annabeth was dead.

There was a knock at the door. Percy made no move to get out of his chair, and instead started blankly at his turned-off TV. He heard the door open.

"Percy…?" Reyna's voice sounded through the silent house. "Hey, are you here?" She called out softly.

Her footsteps got closer to his position in the living room. Percy looked toward the hallway as she became visible. She looked around for a fraction of a second before her eyes landed on him. Her hands went up to her mouth in an expression of shock.

"Percy… oh my God…" She said. Percy smiled bitterly.

"I know how I look." His voice was cracked, having not spoken for two weeks. "Like Hell. I look like what I'm living in…" He chuckled sadly.

"Percy… oh Jesus… we're all so worried about you! That's why I came by. I volunteered to… check up on you." She said.

"Well, you did your job, now leave me…" Percy said weakly.

"No, no, no. You're going to shower, and get some food in you." She said.

"Reyna, no…"

"And once you're presentable, I'm calling everyone over. You don't have any say in the matter." She said with finality.

Percy considered his options. He could try to run, but his malnourishment would work against him there, and Reyna was pretty fast herself. She'd catch him and force him to eat and shower. Which left only one option.

"I'll take a damn shower…" He muttered under his breath. Reyna sighed.

"Smart choice…" She said. Percy got up. Reyna watched him walk by and noticed his arm. "Did you do that to yourself?" She asked worriedly. Percy stopped walking, looked over his shoulder, and gave her a look of sadness. He walked into the bathroom, and turned on the water.

Reyna sighed again, picked up, and began to make calls.

Another chapter up! You must not be used to be getting this much stuff from me :P

No promises on when the last chapter, Acceptance, will be up, but I might work on it while I'm away for the weekend.

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