It didn't feel like enough.

It didn't feel like enough as she screamed, tugging against the restraints, straining to be realised. As she let out a long scream, darkness edging her vision as Morpheus' realm tried to claim her once more.

It didn't feel like enough as her head fell limp, the blindfold soaking her tears as they tried to fall. Her hands stopped fighting against the rope, her legs giving out.

Because it didn't feel like enough, so why should it matter? So many deaths. So many deaths, every month, every year, every single fucking day.

And, she hated it. Jennifer hated it as they replayed in her mind, the dreams too much to handle. She hated it as she started to scream in her sleep as she ran from a force that was so so so much bigger than her at just five years old.

But why hadn't they listened? Why didn't they listen to the warnings, the signs? Why?

She didn't know, and she hated hated hated it. Because they could have stopped it. Because they could have prevented it.

Why did they leave her alive? Why don't they just slash her throat and rule the world, let the New Golden Age finally reach it's peak?

Why?

So she screamed and fought and sobbed as she watched her brother die first, then her sister. Then she was somewhere else, someone else, watching as six year old Linh McLean died. Then another little girl, and a little boy, and it was too much, too much to handle as she watched them all die, one by one, until she wanted to bleach her brain, do anything to get the images out of her mind.

Then there was a line, eight people in a row, all chained from a ceiling with rope. She recognized them, all of them, all tortured.

First her father, drowning despite his abilities.

Then her mother, forced to watch, then drowned as well.

The Piper, and Jason, and Leo, all burned.

Frank, Hazel, Nico, all suffocated.

Jennifer's fingers curled, her feet twitching as she tried to run. Then she was staring at Camp Half-Blood, in the middle of a battle. She tried, tried, tried to stop it, stop the fighting and the deaths, screaming and begging and pleading.

She hadn't been hear for this battle, the Battle of the Labyrinth.

Nor had she been there for the next scene, watching as the Princess Andromeda blew to pieces with Beckendorf still on it.

Or facing Zoe Nightshade, as she faded to the stars, killed by her own father.

Or the Battle of Manhattan, watching every death, one by one, until she wanted to hunt down every single monster and slay them, make them pay, for all the lives they had took.

But first, she had to get out of here, and try her best to die.

"Monsters don't die, Percy. They can be killed. But they don't die."

-Annabeth Chase, The Lightning Thief

Hey! I know this chapter doesn't make much sense, and that's the point! However, I just wanted to clear up some things:

At the end of last chapter, Morpheus was the one to enter Jennifer's room.

He, along with Hypnos, made Jennifer fall asleep into a very vivid dream about all the deaths in the series, and then in my small after-HOO world. (No, I didn't cover them all)

Thank you for reading this chapter. Have a good day or night!