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The pain at night was killing me; I felt the urge to read. Coming from me, it was weird to hear, but I wanted to read more about myself, but learning things about me that maybe I should not know would be a bad thing. I trusted someone like Rachel to keep the secrets of myself, but I could not help it. I sat up and leaned back against the wall, resting my head backwards.
I could not hold myself in any longer, with the thought I stood up and grabbed my jacket, making my way out of the door. I looked around, the sky was black, and nothing but a single light from the attic of the Big House ─ where Rachel was staying; gave any radiation of life.
My feet crunched into the snow, but I heard something else. I listened to the footsteps, ones that did not belong to me. I looked around and saw someone, no one in which I could go into detail with, seeing, as I could not even see them. I rolled into place beside my cabin, and watched carefully for the individual to walk by.
However, there were two people, laughing. I squinted to see if I could see anyone, but there was no one in sight. Suddenly, their voices stopped, and all I heard was a whisper, "Someone's here," it was a boy's voice. Kind of familiar, but I was not sure where I had heard the voice before. He spoke louder, "Who's there?"
They had spotted me, heard me, and seen me. I was not exactly sure how they ever knew I was here, but I tried to stay even lower. Nevertheless, the noise of the snow crunching under me seemed to catch their attention, and I started to shiver in fear. They knew I was here, they knew someone was watching them. I could not hide for long. "We know you're there!" said a girl. Another voice I seemed to recognize, but I could not put my finger on the name.
One of them moved towards me, and I could tell it was the boy. "Percy Jackson." he growled. I looked up, having no clue how he knew it was I. I could not even tell who he was, I still could not see him, and "I know it's you, who else would hide by Poseidon's cabin?" the girl laughed at the boy's remark.
I started to back up, hoping he would not be able to grab me in time, but he reached forward, caught the collar of my shirt, and dragged me towards him. I could feel his breath upon my neck. I swallowed in fear; all I could see were green eyes. I pulled away.
I ran through the snow past the cabin, and they both started running after me. I knew I had no chance of hiding, somehow, he knew where I was. I felt another hand on the collar of my shirt, pulling me to a halt. "Stop running, Perseus," the boy whispered, his cold breath rubbing against the back of my neck like an ice claw digging onto my chest.
"Who are you?" I breathed. After saying the words, I instantly knew that it was a bad idea, now they knew it had to be me. They knew me, and they knew my voice just as well.
"Why should I tell you?" The boy laughed.
"Why are you answering my question with another question?" I snapped back. He laughed, and I hated the fact that I was amusing him. I put my hand on my jacket pocket, hoping to find a tiny pen in my reach to pull out and at least get him off me. There was nothing in my grasp from my pocket, and my teeth clenched together.
I had left Riptide on my side table, but I knew that it wouldn't stay away from me for long, if I waited patiently, I might get it back before this guy did anything to me. "Don't hurt him!" cried the girl, I could hear her footsteps coming closer to us.
However, her words did not help me, for as soon as she asked so, the boy reached around my neck and held me in a chokehold. I gulped, and tried not to move. "Who are you?" I echoed. An eerie silence and I stayed still.
Then a miracle happened, a flashlight moved along the ground about a hundred feet in front of us. "Hello?" a voice called out; "Who's there?" it was another female. One I recognized instantly though. The grip started to loosen on me, and I reached into my pocket and pulled out the pen. I uncapped Riptide, telling the tip fall to his arm, cutting it gently, enough for me to break free from his grasp.
I turned around and faced him. "Percy?" the girl behind me called, "Matt? Jane?" A redheaded oracle pulled up to my side and looked between all of us. I looked at the green-eyed boy Matt, who had nearly tried to kill me.
Then I paused, why would Annabeth's own brother, no matter how much he hated her, try to kill me? It did not seem like him. When I looked at him carefully, he looked tired and drowsy, like he would fall over any second from dizziness, not the same person who had chased me and put me into a chokehold. Same with Jane, she looked like she had been awake for weeks, her hand rested upon Matt's shoulder, as though trying to keep balance.
I looked over at Rachel, tucked under her arm was my book, and placed inside was a page holder, nothing but an inch away from the end of the story. Story was not the word I should be using, more like the tale, the truth. Something about her seemed different, her eyes had grown wide, and her hair tangled up in a ponytail, hair hanging loose. She was trying to breathe steadily through her mouth; it was as though she had just foretold another prophecy. Maybe the book was doing it to her. It seemed so harmless, but there had to be things in there she could never understand.
Nevertheless, I now felt the pressure too. I could not see properly, and I felt dizzy. I had to stand awkwardly to make sure I kept my balance, for sure I felt like I was going to fall over. I was lightheaded, and my grip on Riptide began to loosen, so without sparing time, I put it away. We were all tired, dizzy; it was because of this book.
Matt turned on his heels and moved away, hands in his pockets, muttering something to him. Jane looked between Rachel and I, heaving and sigh and following closely behind Matt.
Rachel sat down and leaned up against the back of the Poseidon cabin, and I sat down beside her. She was highly interested in the book, "Does my life sound good so far? What age am I at?" I laughed, looking at the text. However, she quickly snapped it shut before I could read a single word.
"I've already finished reading it." I looked at her, dismayed, "This is my third time." We were quiet, and Rachel gave a smile, her hand rubbing against the cover of the book, she looked in the direction that Matt and Jane had moved off to, and then leaned her back up against the wood of the cabin. "Your life…it makes me speechless. But…" she trailed off.
"But what?" I asked, holding myself up, as I still felt quite dizzy. Rachel looked at me, our eyes matched, but she pulled away instantly. "Is it me?" she sat there wordlessly, "You? Us?" then we were both quiet, but still she gave no answer. "Annabeth? Grover? Thalia? Just tell me!" I begged to know.
A tear slowly caressed down her cheek, and she held the book tightly up against her chest, as though protecting it with her life, "You." She answered, "Your life." She opened up to the last page, reading the last couple of words, "Your death. Your friendships, adventures, loves, betrayals. You don't know how great your life really is, how great it will be, but it's so short." She looked up at me, as though I was going to die tomorrow. "Don't worry, you'll live for another couple years," she promised me, but the way she said it, it was as though she was giving me a lie.
Rachel stood up, but I did not move along with her. She moved away wordlessly, no goodbyes nor goodnights. Just a silent moving.
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-Dj
