Hey guys! I just wanted to put this chapter out there. It isn't very long but it's helping to move the story along. A lot of you might understand what Annabeth is talking about in the beginning and if not I'll explain in the bottom's author's note.

(What's wrong with me?)

(Why do I feel like this?)

(I'm going crazy now)

...It can creep up inside you

And consume you

A disease of the mind

It can control you

It's to close for comfort.

-Disturbia. (This was The Cab version)

I didn't know what it was and maybe… that's what scared me most.

It wasn't too bad at first, barely anything. I noticed it when I sat down with my Dad a couple days ago. I had to sit on the side of the couch against the wall to feel comfortable. I felt that if I were to sit near the door someone could attack me. I've never felt that way before.

After making up with the twins I noticed it again. They had gone upstairs to go to bed but I stayed in the kitchen. It was lit, so I was standing under lights but I felt my skin tingle and my heart started to pound a little uncontrollably in my chest. As I bit into my sandwich I saw something in the corner of my eye. My head snapped on over to the dark window, expecting to find something outside. Of course I didn't see anything.

That's what made it worse.

I passed that off as sleepiness. When I was done with my food I put my plate in the sink and headed for the stairs. As I passed all the dark windows I still kept seeing a dark figure out of the corner of my eye. But of course when I turned to see if it was really there it wasn't.

I ended up sprinting to my room and shutting the door as quickly as I could. I flicked on my overhead light so I could see. I walked over to my desk and turned on the desk light before shutting off the main light. Now that my room wasn't completely dark I felt a little better.

Obviously I couldn't go to sleep; my heart was still trying to calm down. So I booted up my laptop and decided to look up funny videos on YouTube to distract myself. You can't go wrong with PewDiePie or Smosh. I clicked on a video and watched Felix play happy wheels for about twenty minutes. Gradually I started to feel better.

Just as I was about to shut my laptop and go to sleep I heard it.

"The website"

I looked around frantically trying to see anything that could have said that. I didn't find anything. Now my heart was pounding again, my mind racing. As if I couldn't control myself I slowly typed my name into the internet browser and clicked on the website.

New stuff was added, I thought with distaste.

Under an old picture of Cole kissing my head Brittany had put in bold letters.

Annabeth Chase sleeping with the wrestlers? Not too hard to believe. She could easily get them into her house, and who knows what happens on those long bus rides!

There was a picture of me laughing with Coach Jeff and I groaned even before reading.

Annabeth has gotten so desperate for a good lay that she's trying to move onto our coaching staff! Bad girl Annabeth! No whores allowed!

I knew most of this was just bull crap but I still felt that familiar sinking feeling in my stomach. My mood instantly became worse as I read Brittany's final comment.

I know some of you think that Annabeth isn't this type of person but trust me. I know she is. What girl becomes that involved with wrestling? Most of the wrestlers are guys that she can fuck around with. Girls let me ask you something. At least once in your school career you've seen Annabeth Chase laughing, flirting and hugging your boyfriends. Um whore alert? I would say so!

Boys let me ask you. Don't deny that Annabeth Chase has come up to you and started flirting up a storm. Maybe she'll end it with a hug or maybe she'll leave you hanging and coming back to her.

She's been playing all of us. Annabeth Chase is a whore. You all know it's true.

I looked at her last picture. It was a nice school photo of me but on my chest there were bold letters written in red.

Annabeth Chase: The Wrestling Whore! Want a good time? Call 347-675-9834

I gasped wide eyed. How did she get my number? Oh god she put it up here so people could call for a good time.

I quickly shut my laptop and grabbed my phone, stepping around Benny as carefully as I could in a rush. I tapped the screen and noticed over thirty missed texts. Almost all were from unknown numbers. I could see a couple at the top.

123-456-7890: Hey Annie ;) I'm real lonesome wanna sext?

457-863-9254: Wow I've liked you since seventh grade. Boom score! you, me in the janitor's closet tomorrow during lunch.

625-723-2319: I'm warming up Annabeth! I'm SO ready to hit that!

I felt my eyes and stomach burn with disgust and I threw my phone across the room. It landed on a pile of clothes so it was silent. I shook my head as angry tears rolled down my face. My stomach was twisting and I felt it coming. I quickly rushed out of the room, down the steps and into the bathroom.

I heaved instantly into the toilet. My shoulder was throbbing and my throat burning. My shoulder always seems to ache when I throw up. I heard footsteps as I threw up again. I didn't realize I was still crying until I tasted the salt on my lips. My nose was running too.

I felt a gentle hand grab my hair and I slowly turned to see Jay smiling sadly at me.

"Hey, you not feeling well? Do you need to stay home tomorrow?"

I was about to tell him that this was caused from disgust of the men at my school but then I thought for a minute. If I don't go to school those kids can't talk to me, they can't insult me if I'm safe at home.

I nodded and Jay started to rub my back as I leaned against the toilet. Now content that I would have a good day tomorrow I wiped my mouth and got up to brush my teeth.

After insuring Jay that I would be okay and didn't need to sleep in his room I walked back upstairs. I slowly walked into my room, shutting the door behind me. Benny looked up from my bed and whined a little. I patted her head and climbed in. My body was aching but I was so tired….

*In Annabeth's dream*

I was in total darkness; I couldn't see anything but I could feel a breeze on my body. I called out to the darkness,

"Hello?"

"Worthless whore." Was my response. I turned, trying to find the voice but it was still too dark. The voice was deep so it was a male but it sounded like a teenager's voice.

In an instant a large light was shined on me, almost blinding. It was only centered on me so I couldn't see anything outside the circle of light. I found myself spinning; I didn't want to turn my back on the darkness. I felt like something was going to come up from behind me and jump me.

I heard the voice chuckle. "Your pathetic you know? You're scared of the dark you idiot!"

I gritted my teeth but continued to spin.

"No I'm scared of what can come out of the darkness. You're the pathetic one. Insulting me from the shadows instead of to my face." I pointed out bravely. The voice chuckled again and another light turned on. This time it was in a corner.

I smiled and placed my back against the wall. Now if anything were to attack me I'll see it coming.

"In do time my dear. You haven't given me enough strength to show myself just yet…But we're getting there."

"What? What are you-"

"Shut up whore. Listen to me and listen to me good." His tone was sharp and held no emotion other than anger. I found myself scared again and I nodded mutely.

"Good, you should be scarred of me…Scared of what I can do. I'm going to have fun with you! This is just a warning wrestling whore. You'll be seeing so much more of me in these next few months."

I felt a chill in the air but shook my head.

"D-Don't call me that! What are you-"

"Annabeth get up!"

"I am up! What's going-"

*End*

I grunted as I landed on the floor. My head was buzzing and I felt dizzy. What was going on? I glanced up to see Alex looking down at me worried, while Nathan grinned. Jay soon came in and saved me.

"Guys what did I just say? Annabeth got sick last night she isn't going to school today." Nathan groaned and pointed at me.

"But she doesn't even look sick!" Alex bent down and felt my forehead.

"No she feels pretty hot…And look how pale she is!" Alex said, worry laced in his voice. I glanced around my room, trying to figure out what happened.

As my brothers fussed over me I could only focus on one thing. The dark figure I saw in the shadows of my closet and the voice that seemed to whisper in my ear.

"Get ready."

So what Annabeth was experiencing in the beginning is a form of anxiety. As my depression started to begin I would see figures in the corner of my eyes. Some would be in doorways, some outside the window. Sometimes I would see them during the day in dark closets or feel like someone was watching me. It's awful.

Also I had a dream like this one. It was way worse but I toned it down for fanfiction. Anyway...

The voice has warned Annabeth.

Get ready readers.