Annabeth P.o.v.
The room starts to spin as what Mrs. Jackson said begins to process in my mind. As Percy's face visibly pales and those worry lines I've spent hours staring at in a star-struck daze deepen, I can only feel an overwhelming feeling to run. To run away from this nightmare and get so far away it doesn't feel real anymore. To run and magically make every better again. My feet seem to be directly tied to my brain because before I realize what's happening next, I'm sprinting down the dower hallway, my bare feet slapping against the bare tile.
Eventually I find a random waiting room deep in the hospitals endless corridors and maze of hallways. Curling into a defeated ball of hopelessness onto a chair, I bang my hands against my head trying to comprehend what has happened to me. Rocking back and forth, I mumble to myself, "My name is Annabeth Chase. I am dating Percy Jackson. My high school was just attacked by a shooter. Percy is alive. I am in a coma. I am having an-out-of-body experience."
After saying this to myself over and over again for several hours I slowly stop rocking. As the words, "Percy is alive" echo in my head in an endless loop, I feel myself standing. "Percy is alive! Percy. Is. Alive! I have to find a way to get back to him!"
Hey guys. I just remembered I had this story. I'm sorry this chapter is more a paragraph than a chapter, but my life is extremely busy and I've been feeling recently inspired to write again. Unfortunately this is all I could get done but I will try to write more and go from there.
