~ Hey Angels ~
HAPPY BELATED VALENTINES DAY! 3 3
I am so so sooooo sorry for making you wait like that...again...and on such a massive cliffhanger as well. *hides her face in shame*
I have exams next week so it's been pretty busy over here but I really wanted to post for you guys so here it is! Chapter 13!
Yes, my updating schedule is ALL over the place right now but once February is over and done with, it'll probably settle down a bit. So please be patient with me peeps, I'm trying my very best. To be honest, you're all patient already and I don't think anyone's screamed at me yet so thank you for that. You guys are the nicest, sweetest, most understanding readers EVER!
Let's all be one big ass happy family! :)
Lol, anyways, thank you all for your ideas about Luke and Octavia! I kinda ended up going along with my own one in the end. Sorry, it came to me as a kinda light bulb moment but I did love reading all of your suggestions. They were all fantabulous! Seriously, some of you should be writers!
Okay, so quick run down of review responses. I'm sorry they're not going to be as long as usual and I can't reply to as many because...revision for exams and all. It's annoying because I have like two chapters worth of reviews to catch up on :/ But I honestly can't NOT reply because they just make me smile so much and you all deserve my personal thanks.
To all the 'Guests', I'm sorry I can't reply to you unless you leave a name I can call you by or if you create an account! So please do one or the other because it makes me sad when I see a really nice review that I can't respond to :((
Guest (Grace) - Thanks Graciie! Sorry, can I call you that? I call one of my best friends Gracie. Anyways, I'll see what I can do to fit Annabeth singing in somewhere. I'm glad you like the dystopia idea, I'm hoping I'll have to time to write it over the summer. For fashion ideas - Pinterest is my go to ;) About your story plans, I love them! They're all so unique and original. I love the textbook idea, I feel like that would make a good oneshot but for a story that mental hospital could be really cool! Tell me more about it! ~ AWG xxx
KriKri - Yep exams are taking over! Thanks for understanding lovey, that makes me feel tons better :) Oh and yes, I mentioned X Ambassadors a couple times in Memories. I love them! Hahaha I didn't watch the grammys this year but I feel your pain, I thought 24k was kinda average you know. Oh and no, I've never seen Dan and Phil, sorry. Haha noooo I love your reviews! It's a boring day WITHOUT them ;) Um, did I hear fob's new album, ppffts uuum OF COURSE I DID! I kinda get what you mean about it being a little more pop than rock but I still love it especially Young and a Menace. ~ AWG xoxo
AWGfan - Seriously!? You can do that (publish)? I feel like it would be super expensive tho, plus I'm scared to admit to anyone that I wrote this. Like how would people I know react? I haven't told anyone. But thanks for believing in me :)
Selfie addict - I'm so sorry chicaa, I've updated now! AAAWWW, I'M YOUR IDOL? REALLY?! I could cry happy tears right now. I LOVE LOVE LOVE YOU TOO! Castle on the hill has gone on the list for future reference. Thanks for everything and just being one of the sweetest people EVER! MWA MWA ~ your girl, AWG x
BethnPercy - Aahh, sorry my story is bad for your health and I'm sorry I hurt your heart (secretly happy tho). I find it so cute that you have a friend who's read my story as well. I looked up the song you suggested from smurfs and it is so so sweet, not sure where I can fit it in. I'll see what I can do. Oh and don't worry, Percy won't got to jail. I'm kinda sad/ happy about the fact that ch. 11 made you cry and I love it when readers listen to the song tributes. So thank you! P.s ramble away - do it all the time ;) Lots of love ~ AWG
BookFanfiction - Hey, hope your exams went okay or if they're still going on...hope they're going okay too. Aaaaww thank you, I was so happy to finally write "I love you." Super happy that you liked the storm, it was a massive game changer and really fun to write. Rafael's goal? Hhhmm, wouldn't we all like to know. Lol. It was to get Percy back and to get Annabeth too - to kind of find a family bc he doesn't have one. The kidnapping of the other's was just collateral damage but also leverage bc he knows Percy's fatal flaw is his loyalty to his friends. I feel bad for him as well and it's nice that you do too bc I feel like he's a really misunderstood character. Lots of love ~ AWG
hersheythebar - Heyy new reader! Thank you SO SO SOOOOO much! 'Him and I' has gone on the list, I love Halsey so I'll see what I can do. :) Love you too and sorry the update is so late ~ AWG
kyrasaige16 - Oh my gosh kyra, when I read your review, honestly, my heart melted. Thank you so much for being one of my most genuine fans and for being their since the beginning of memories. I can remember seeing your name pop up from some of my most earliest chapters and they always made me smile. I'm so glad you liked chapter 12 and that you felt the emotion I felt when I was writing it. It was a gamble but I'm so happy it paid off. I agree that the story has evolved, my writing has got much better since chapter 1 of "Memories". So just thank you from the bottom of my heart chica. All my love ~ AWG
There are more responses at the end of the chapter.
Oh and last minute WARNING: There is some rather bad language in the last scene of this chapter so...you've been warned.
Well, I'll let you get on and read now. You might need some tissues...sorry ;)
Chapter 13
Annabeth POV
To Hell and Back Again
Thursday 7th April
The colour white was all I could see.
It was the kind of brilliant white that would make snow look creamy, the kind of white that sears into your retinas and makes you temporarily blind.
The first thing that came to mind was…am I dead?
I blinked, squinting into the light as I tried to focus my vision and bit by bit, objects began to form. I lay in a bed and peered around what looked like a hospital patient room. It was white—very white. The walls were white, the blankets were white, the machinery was all white...everything was just white.
I wondered if this was what heaven looked like.
Out the window to my far left, I could see that it was light out. The sun was shining, morning birds were singing and the lush green trees offset a beautiful blue sky. It seemed early but I didn't actually know what day it was. One thing I did know was that this was the local hospital and that meant... I wasn't in heaven. I wasn't dead.
I was alive.
What happened to me?
Then it all came flooding back to me; the crash, the theatre, the gun, the knife...Silena.
I almost gasped for air when I thought of her. Maybe I had dreamt it. Maybe she wasn't really...gone. With a gulp, I sat up in bed and winced as a searing pain appeared in my lower abdomen. I gripped my stomach, spluttering a little and taking a few raggedy gasps of air as I positioned myself upright. When I looked down, I could see a thick array of bandages wrapped around my waist.
I barely had time to collect my thoughts when the door opened and my mother rushed to my side with a concerned look on her face. "You're awake! Oh, my poor baby. Are you okay? Does it hurt? Are you in pain? Should I call a nurse? I'll call a nurse. Nurse!" She cried frantically but I placed a hand on her arm.
"Mom." I smiled softly. "I'm okay. Really, it's nothing."
She sighed and sank into the chair by my bedside. She seemed more distraught than I was and there was a weariness in her eyes that I'd never seen before. She was always the type of woman who looked riveting with life. The type that would give off a strong aura whenever she walked into the room. But it had all gone now.
"It's not nothing. I was so worried. Why didn't you tell me about this Rafael person, Annabeth? You should have called the police." She frowned.
"I know." I sighed. "I'm sorry."
She sighed heavily stroking my hair back. "Well...it's all over now. They are going on trial a few days from now. I hope they get locked away for good. It's expected they'll be in there for life. Apparently, the state's been after them for a while."
I gave her a half-hearted smile but really, I was worried about other things like Silena and Percy. I was just about to ask her when the door suddenly creaked and we both turned to see Bobbie and Matthew hovering out in the hallway. They both looked nervous and worried at the same time. I smiled at them reassuringly and my mother held out a hand to them. They slowly came over to the bed and Bobbie sat on my mother's knee as Matthew sat on the bed beside me.
"Annie...are you going to heaven?" Bobbie frowned a little confused but sad too.
"No." I smiled at him warmly, taking his hand in mine. "You can't get rid of me just yet." He grinned at that.
"What happened?" Matthew frowned. "No one will tell us—"
"—Sweetie, Annabeth's tired...we should let her rest." My mother cut him off and I was thankful. I wasn't sure if I was ready to talk about what happened just yet.
"But we just got here."
"Yeah!" Bobbie added and she lifted him up into her arms. "Why don't we see if we can go find us something to eat, yeah?" Bobbie smiled at her.
"I want to stay with Annie." Matthew declared, looking up at our mother stubbornly. She met his eyes and she knew, in that moment, that he would never budge. So she let him stay.
"Very well." She murmured. "We'll bring you both something to eat."
I nodded and then they left. My eyes flicked over to my brother, perched on the edge of my bed, staring at the floor in a troubled manner.
"Mattie…" I whispered.
"Don't ever get kidnapped again." He said, frowning at me now. It was a cute frown and my heart sank.
He'd always been the tough twin—the stubborn one who refused to show his emotions. He was a lot like Percy in that way. But I could see it in his eyes now; he was upset and he was upset because this whole time he'd been scared that he was going to lose me.
And even though he was my four-year-old baby brother and I was twelve years older than him, I took his command very seriously.
"Okay." I told him softly.
"And don't end up in the hospital either." He added.
I smiled, reaching out to hold his hand. "Okay."
He managed a small smile and tightened his grip on my hand. "Annie?"
"Mm?"
"Please don't ever leave me." He murmured in a slightly broken voice.
Gods, I hated that he had to witness all of this horror and chaos. He was just a child. He hadn't even learnt how to add two digit numbers yet, let alone what terrors lay out in the big bad world. I wanted to shield him from all of it.
"I won't."
"You promise?"
With a warm, loving smile I spoke in my softest voice, "I promise."
And I meant it.
~xXx~
It was late when I finally woke up from my nap, probably late evening, and it was dark out. My room was empty and peaceful. All the lights were still on so I assumed nurses had been coming in and out to check up on me. I felt woozy, my head hurt but the painkillers took care of most my abdominal the pain. Slowly, I managed to push myself up to a sitting position. Every part of my body felt weak like my bones were made of mush, I assumed it was the morphine. I rubbed my eyes, and clawed my hair back, taking a few deep breaths. I knew I looked awful and was grateful for the lack of mirrors in the room.
"Annabeth!" My head shot up and I saw Piper standing in the doorway with Thalia behind her. They were both wide-eyed, shocked to see me awake all of a sudden. I gave them both a soft smile and they rushed to my side.
"How are you doing?" Piper frowned worriedly, taking my hand in hers.
"I'm okay..." I nodded. "Just a little achy. What about you and the others?"
She shared a look with Thalia and I gulped a little. "Jason, Grover and Rachel are all okay. They made it home." Thalia managed a smile. "They were all a little shaken up though."
"Silena?" I said a little breathlessly, looking at them hopefully. I mean, if I'd made it...maybe she had. Maybe she was okay. Maybe all of this would turn out alright in the end.
"She didn't make it." Piper whispered with such pain and sorrow in her eyes, even Thalia looked a little distraught.
I felt the rush of ten thousand heartbreaks. It was hard to breathe as I tried to take that in. She was really gone. I just didn't know how to take the news. I expected at least some emotion but all I felt was a certain emptiness inside me—like everything had suddenly just been stripped bare.
For a moment, I just blinked, staring at my hands in my lap unsure of really what I felt. But then it was there; the lump in my throat, the unsteadiness of my heartbeat and finally the sting in my eye.
I tried to steady my breathing and stay strong because I knew they were hurting too. Thalia sighed sorrowfully and sat on the bed by my side. Then she did something that I would never forget, not because it was particularly astonishing or anything but just because for Thalia, it just wasn't something she did.
She took my hand and smiled at me sadly but warmly. "I'm here for you, Annabeth..." She spoke, not in her solid, harsh tone but in a tone I'd never even heard before.
Piper smiled softly, placing a comforting hand to my shoulder and looking between Thalia and I. "And so am I. We all are."
I managed a smile as I tightened my grip on Thalia's hand for support, it felt like the only thing keeping me together at that moment. "Thank you...both of you." I murmured weakly.
We fell into a sort of comfortable but uncomfortable silence for a few moments. I wasn't too sure because my head was so busy with other thoughts and then suddenly, I remembered.
"Percy?" I whispered, dreading the answer but I was desperate to see him, to hear his voice again. After knowing that he loved me after all those agonizing months of waiting, he was the person I really wanted to see now.
"We don't really know where he is." Thalia murmured, snapping me out of my thoughts and I slowly looked up.
"He stayed by your side all night, Annabeth. Wouldn't leave you for one second." Piper smiled weakly.
My heart lurched in my chest as I tried to picture him sitting beside me as I slept in the middle of the night. Picturing him holding my hand and kissing my forehead as my eyes were sewn shut. Picturing him pulling back the covers to observe my bandaged wound, brushing his fingers across it and blaming himself over and over again.
"He left when your mom got here. I think he didn't want you to be alone but..." Thalia started, sharing another look with Piper.
"What's going on?" I frowned in confusion.
"Annabeth..." Piper sighed. "He feels really guilty about this whole thing...won't stop blaming himself for everything." I sighed, raking a stressful hand through my hair.
Classic Percy, taking the fall for everything.
"Annabeth, I don't think he's coming back." Thalia suddenly cut in with a broken voice, shattering my thoughts in my head. My heart dropped what felt like 50 ft and my skin ran icy cold.
"W-what do you mean?" I murmured, barely making the words out. I'd never felt more panicked in my life.
"Well, we don't know for sure." Piper said frowning at Thalia worriedly. "But he left here pretty certain that he couldn't see you or any of us again."
"He said that?" I whispered, utterly astonished yet unsurprised at the same time.
"He's grieving." She sighed. "He's probably just feeling shaken up. I'm sure he just needs a little time." She smiled reassuringly and with her honeyed charmspeaking tone, she actually managed to persuade me
I nodded, wincing a little as I shifted in place. They both had worried expressions on their faces as they reached out to help me but I held my hand up to stop them. "I'm okay, I'm okay." I assured them, closing my eyes and taking a few breaths before I opened them to cope with the pain. "I shouldn't even be alive right now. What happened?" I murmured.
"Percy saved you." Thalia smiled softly.
"That belt he tied around your stomach saved your life." Piper added. "The doctor said that without it, you would've lost too much blood by the time the paramedics got there."
"It was a shallow wound." Thalia added. "The doctors are all saying you were extremely lucky."
I smiled softly at that but it made me sad too because I wanted to thank Percy for saving my life. I wanted to see him but he had disappeared. Perhaps even forever but I couldn't think about that right now.
"When's the funeral?" I asked in a hoarse voice after we'd fallen into another silence for a few moments.
"Saturday." Thalia said emotionlessly.
"What's today?" I frowned and she smiled a little.
"Thursday. You were only in for a night. I think they're saying you can go home now." She smiled again. "I brought you some clothes if you want to change. They're mine but they're better than nothing." She shrugged, handing me a dark grey jacket with a black hood, a burgundy coloured T-shirt, jeans and combat boots.
I smiled taking them gratefully before I slipped out of bed and changed with much difficulty. I was still a little achy.
"Has Percy contacted any of us?" I asked, turning around to face them as I flicked my hair out, untucking it from the hood.
They both sighed and then glanced at my bedside table. I followed their gaze and my eyes landed on a bouquet of flowers. It wasn't a massive bouquet but it wasn't small either. They were beautiful with a subtle, sweet smell. I didn't know why I hadn't noticed them before. The moment I looked at them I knew they couldn't be from anyone other than Percy because they were just so blue—a soft sky blue.
I smiled, embracing a honey-like feeling that slowly washed over me. I was grateful for at least one pretty thing in my life right now. But that was before I saw the note. Piper handed it to me carefully and it didn't take me long to read. Just a few simple words. Short and sweet. But nowhere near enough.
Forgive me
— P x
"Percy..." I whispered so softly, tearing up a little and before I knew it, I was rushing out of the room.
I slowly walked through the hospital corridors, down to the lobby, past the secretary desk, past the TV showing images of Silena on the News. It was like everything was moving in slow motion as I pushed open the glass double door entrance and stepped outside. I walked further out from the entrance and was surrounded by cops rushing around and doctors pushing people past on stretchers.
And with my hood up and my hands in my pockets, I just stood still as the world moved around me in slow motion. Just a blur. Tears began to slip from my cheeks in remembrance of my forsaken best friend and the thought of Percy out there alone.
I didn't even move when the night sky began to rain down on me lightly and then heavily. It felt as though the ground was crumbling beneath my feet and all I wanted was to be taken down with it.
Everything just broke into a million pieces like glass.
~xXx~
[Author's Note: There are a number of references to TVD in this next part. I hope that's okay, I kinda just wanted to pay tribute to such a sweet, sad episode. I won't spoil anything, just in case some of you are currently watching it.]
Saturday 9th April
It was a beautiful service, that much I can say. Many people came to pay their respects and I recognised a lot of students from school. The room was filled with tears in eyes, tissues on noses and comforting fingertips on shoulders. Everyone was dressed in mourning. Even people who didn't really know Silena came.
There was one person who didn't show amidst this lonely chaos. I hadn't seen Percy since I blacked out in the abandoned theatre. He hadn't even called once. I was angry that he couldn't have at least plucked up the courage to come to Silena's funeral but mostly I was sad. And that sadness came over me like a sickness in a storm.
She would have wanted him here. I wanted him here. We all did.
My stomach didn't really hurt anymore. It had ached for a few of the previous days and I'd been warned about avoiding staircases for a little while but I was slowly healing now. Luckily, the wound wasn't deep enough to give me a scar so I was relieved to hear the doctors say I should recover very soon. But right now, it wasn't really the physical pain I was wanting to recover from, it was the emotional pain. The pain of losing her. It was eating away at me and no amount of tears or tissues was ever going to completely dismiss it.
Song Tribute: [Bullet (Vampire Redux)'– Ryan Star]
I sighed heavily and felt Piper take my hand. She sat beside me in the front row of the church benches. We were both in black, slightly teary-eyed and speechless. Neither of us had really said a word throughout the whole service but we'd held hands whenever we saw the other needed some comfort. It was a simple but sweet gesture and I needed her here with me.
Silena's parents sat on the edge of the front row on the other side, in tears. Her mother, Aphrodite, was sobbing silently as she held a handkerchief to her eyes with a gloved hand. My heart swelled in my chest as I tried to imagine how they would feel, losing a child...I couldn't imagine anything worse. Parents weren't supposed to outlive their children, it just wasn't right.
The others all sat around us. Jason and Thalia were the other side of Piper, while Connor, Travis, Grover, Rachel, Calypso and even Drew were behind us in the second row. Beckendorf sat the other side of me. He was silent too. He hadn't said a word to any of us recently. I couldn't imagine what his face would've looked like when they'd told him. The absolute pain and despair he must have endured.
He was edgy all the time now, not quite angry but you knew it was best to give him some space. Whenever Silena's name was mentioned, his expression would stif and hardened like rock but if you looked closely into eyes, you could see it crushing him from the inside out.
I felt awful for him. He had loved Silena with every ounce of his body. I doubt anyone here had ever loved her as deeply as he did and he didn't even get to say goodbye. I started to feel guilty about being the last person to speak to her instead of him. He should've gotten the chance, not me, not the friend who'd begged her to stay away and shied away from our friendship. I'd wasted so much time. So many precious moments I could've spent with her and there is no worse a feeling than regretting the things you didn't do when it's too late.
I wondered what the last thing Beck said to her even was. Was it worthwhile? Was it a meaningful last few words, or was it something as cynically ironic as 'see you later' or 'call me when you get home?'
"We are gathered here to today, to say farewell to Silena Beauregard and to commit her into the hands of God." The priest began to speak at the podium now. "We are also here to share our love and thoughts for Silena's family and friends." My lips trembled a little at that and I tightened my grip on Piper's hand as we both sat there in our silent despair.
It was only a few moments later that I heard the priest say; "Gone...but never forgotten." Before he walked away slowly and sat on a chair against the far wall. I realised that it was my turn...my turn to deliver Silena's eulogy. The others and I knew she had wanted me to do it. I thought maybe I would be okay but I could barely get myself to my feet.
"Annabeth..." Piper whispered and I nodded, taking a few breaths.
She rubbed my shoulder soothingly and I slowly rose from my seat and walked out in front of everyone. Slowly, I climbed the small steps, listening to the clicking of the heels from my black pointy high heeled pumps. The smooth, wooden podium was cold beneath my fingertips when I finally reached it, taking a few deep breaths. A loose strand of hair slipped from my bun and I tucked it away, behind my ear.
Then I looked up. And took it all in. All those faces staring at me. Eyes full of despair and grief. I wanted to say something that would soothe them—something that would ease the pain. But I know, better than anyone, that there is nothing anyone can say to make you feel better at a time like this.
I glanced at Silena's parents for a moment and my heart sank a little deeper at the sight of their mourning. My mother sat a few rows back with Bobbie on her lap and Matthew beside her. She gave me a soft smile and nodded as if to tell me that I was okay and that I could do this.
Trusting her, I closed my eyes, taking another breath before finally opening them again.
"Silena Beauregard was my closest friend." I started. "For a while, she was my only friend. Whenever I was upset or afraid, she was one who took my hand and told me that everything was going to be okay. She was the one who could make me laugh and smile even after the worst of days. And even when I pushed her away…" I let out a shaky breath, eyes blurring, "she was there for me when it counted."
"She just…she had one of those characters that could light up a whole room. The type of person who could make you laugh, make you cry—make you want to be a better person. There wasn't a soul on this earth who loved as widely or as deeply as this girl right here." I smiled sadly, looking at the shiny black coffin to my right. I couldn't somehow get my mind to accept that the still figure in the casket at the front, surrounded by flowers, was her.
"And I can never repay her for what she's done for me…" I paused for a long time.
"She always put others first. Always. Never herself. It was always others that she cared for and others that she gave her all to. And she was too young. She was too young to go like this..." I took a shaky breath and straightened up a little. "She wanted to go to beauty school. She wanted to go to a normal high school prom and do normal high school things. She wanted to change the world." My hand began to tremble now and I bit my lip. "And though she may not have changed the whole world—she has definitely changed mine." I smiled softly, looking back over them all now.
"She was an inspiration to our school...she was an inspiration to all of you...and she was an inspiration to me." My lips began to tremble as I looked back at the coffin, now blurry, with tears stinging my eyes. "Goodbye Silena...I'll miss you forever." I murmured through the microphone as I closed my eyes one last time and a single tear slipped down my cheek.
I began to walk away, down the steps and back over to the others. They all smiled softly and Piper took my hand again as I sat down with a shaky breath. Gods it was unbearable...the whole thing.
I looked up to see Beckendorf taking the podium now. "I just wanted to say a few words..." He smiled sorrowfully as he looked over her coffin and I smiled as my eyebrows began to furrow. "Silena...I know we had our ups and downs—and there were quite a few."
Our whole row smiled at that. "But there wasn't a moment where I stopped loving you. You were always the sweetest, most beautiful girl in my eyes and I wouldn't trade you, even now, for anyone."
He smiled wistfully. "Pink roses..." He chuckled to himself, eyes blurring as he pulled out the corsage from his blazer pocket. I gasped a little, covering my mouth sorrowfully and we all leant forward in our seats a little. "That's what she wanted for prom...Gods I watched her plan the day out like her life depended on it." Our whole row laughed a little again with tears in our eyes. "That's just another day she won't get to see now..." He took a shaky breath as he gripped the podium more tightly.
"I suppose I should say this to you, Annabeth." My eyes fluttered a little as I took a deep breath. "Silena would've wanted you to hear it. While you were gone...she wanted you to know how proud of you she was...and she should be. You're a beautiful, strong woman, a generous friend and a bright light in a sea of dark." I smiled happily with tears in my eyes and he looked down at me. "She said you were extraordinary...and you are—and so was she."
He looked over at the coffin again and began to walk over. He softly placed the corsage on top and stroked the glossy black surface. "Goodbye Silena. There won't be a day that goes by where I don't miss you." He whispered softly but I heard him.
It was Piper's turn next as Beckendorf came to sit back down beside me. To my surprise, he took my hand and held it tightly by his side. I smiled up at him through my tears and he smiled down at me through his and I realised how much we really needed each other.
It was from that moment that we really became close.
~xXx~
3rd Person POV
Sunday 10th April
That boy has got the devil in him…
A chilling darkness swept across the city. Cold air slicing between the cars and the skyscrapers, creeping up into the coats of innocent pedestrians clinging to their loved ones for the warmth. It was a strange scene for almost the middle of April. But then again, maybe the sky knew something that no one else did.
Something evil was stirring in New York City.
A shadow moved through the half-deserted streets with a self-assured, swift pace about him. There was a darkness permeating from this one's veins, you could smell it a mile off. One might have been tempted to say he was on his way to selling his soul to the devil. This was no white knight—no prince charming. Not the kind of guy you'd bring home to your father.
No. This was a guy who's despair had twisted and contorted into something of a dark and deadly desire for revenge. A hunger. A thirst. Now a monstrous passion burned through his heart, through his hot, boiling blood, like liquid fire.
Despite this incredibly dark deed that he must see through—that ominous aura he carried on his broad shoulders, there was something incredibly beautiful about him. Something mysterious and intriguing. Long legs covered with black jeans, a white hoodie pulled up over a black cap to hide his face and sheltered by a black coat-like jacket. His mouth was covered by a black mxdvs mask, leaving the only visible part of his face his eyes. They glinted in the haunting moonlight, illuminating his figure despite the dark clothing he wore. It was as if you could see the flickering flames of fire inside them.
Maybe to the right observer, he would look more like an angel dressed in black than a demon dressed to kill.
It was clear where he was heading now. The base of loud music could be heard and felt from miles away and the black double door fronting the building had a dark calling to it. The structure itself was nothing special, in fact, it looked pretty run down with its' old brick and peeling plaster. A width no larger than one of those tiny coffee shops you see in the corner of small villages but it was threateningly tall, stretching up into the night sky and disappearing somewhere amongst the inky blackness.
Song Tribute: [Danger – Migos & Marshmellow] - (shoutout to Charliejnr for this song suggestion. Oh my God, I love it! Might use it twice, thanks.)
Pulling his hands from his pockets, he reached for the door handle that lead into the nightclub with ease as if unscathed by the thought that this was the darkest, most dangerous area in New York City. And walked in.
A long, thin corridor of blinding ultra-violet light lead him deeper into the building. The white of his hoodie glowed like illuminescent marine life and his eyes began to take colour.
Sea-green.
The music could be heard a little louder now as the low base thrummed beneath his feet and in his heart. Eventually, he reached the last door and threw it open with unbelievable confidence as he strode into the club like nothing could touch him. Modesty had never been his forte. Nor had level-headedness. Reasoning. Or thinking before acting.
No he dealt in the reckless, impulsive, defying sector.
The nightclub was a huge space inside, a vibrant magenta-toned light coating everything in sight. It was jam-packed with people dancing, drinking, using— indulging. An enormous bar, stretching across the right hand wall, went on for miles with neon blue lights decorating it. There must have been at least six people working behind it, each one of them masters in the crafty art of bartending. Like sorcerers with vodka, shot glasses and fire.
It was a frightful, lively scene. But riveting too. Skinny, half-clothed girls wrapping their long legs around mirrored poles and swinging their hips this way and that, on large stage-like platforms that were dotted throughout the club. None of them catching the eyes of the dark, beautiful stranger moving amongst the crowd. Perhaps they would have a long time ago but not anymore.
His heart only beat for one person now. But even she wasn't at the forefront of his mind tonight. There was no room for anything other than strength, wits and focus. Focus on the task at hand because it was deadly important. Important that he cleaned up the mess he had so naively helped to create.
Of the mask, he was glad because it hid his face and that meant his identity. He wasn't proud to admit that if he walked in hear without it, a vast number of people would recognise him. All because of the blood that flowed through his veins—the ties he had to the most feared and highly regarded criminal in New York City. Many would invite him for a drink and a cigarette, ask him where he'd been all this time and why he was so keen on rebelling against the family he so clearly belonged to.
But he didn't. He didn't belong to anyone. Nobody except maybe her but he couldn't think on that. Not now.
With agile ease but a firmness to his form, he manoeuvred his way further into the club, finally passing through the messy crowd and coming out back where it was more spacious. Tables and booths were still filled with people but this wasn't the rowdy area of the club, this was where people either came to kiss or to talk—the serious kind. Everyone in this place had some kind of dark history but this was where you could find the baddest of the baddest.
In the centre was a small, secretive room sectioned off entirely from the rest of the club by a curtain of slightly see-through silky drapes that streamed from the ceiling like dazzling moonlight dancing across silver waters. People from a mile off could tell that only important people sat in here. Drug lords and psychotic serial killers that had escaped death more times than they cared to count.
Heaving with agitated fury, the dark angel marched towards the waterfall-like curtain, climbing two steps before brushing aside the thin fabric and leisurely stepping inside. The drapes swallowed him whole and the club music somehow seemed quieter in here.
The two guys, sitting comfortably in the curved white leather sofa, centred against the wall, started at the sight of him as he emerged like a nightmarish monster. It was plush inside with a round, glossy black table placed in front of them and another white sofa the opposite side. Two guards stood either side of the entrance inside, both big, both intimidating but neither made a move to stop him. This didn't surprise him.
To his mixture of disgust and irritation, they weren't alone. Two beautiful, sexy women sat across their laps, neither of them afraid to show plenty of skin and an intoxicating, flirtatious character to their hungry eyes.
He stared down at his frenemies with a cold, powerful force that froze them in place. Anger flaring through his body. His towering height intimidating them already. He wondered whether they thought he was here to kill them. It was hard enough to restrain himself from leaping over the table right now and putting an end to their useless, miserable lives.
"You…" A low voice came, it was Max's. Trying to sound calm. Trying to sound authoritative.
Neither of them had authority over him. Neither of them ever had.
He smiled cockily under his mask, flattered that they recognised him and sat confidently in the sofa opposite them. A silence fell amongst them, he didn't speak, allowing for his powerful aura to dominate the room a little while longer. He was playing with them. Mocking them. Intimidating them. Secretly terrifying them. And he knew it.
He eyed the half-empty glasses on the table. The women had been drinking dirty Martinis and the guys what looked like Rum and Coke. Another smirk swept across his covered mouth.
Children, he thought—using mixers.
"What brings you here?" Doug asked.
The pair of them, to anyone else, would have seemed like forces that weren't meant to be messed with, what with Doug's large, muscular build and Max's towering height and sharply defined features that demanded respect and fear. They looked older than they were which was early twenties. But to him, they were both an absolute joke. Nothing but a bunch of children in a man's game.
He reached up to pull away his cap and his hoodie fell with it to reveal his gloriously thick hair. Then he peeled off the mask, sweeping back the dark locks that fell in his eyes with a clawed hand and dazzling them with a smile. The two women were taken by his ruggedly handsome looks instantly—starting to consider whether they were sitting in the right laps anymore.
"I heard you'd jumped the cell and I wanted to find out for myself." The dark angel smirked, casually leaning back in the sofa. "And here you are."
"It was easy enough." Doug shrugged, handling the blonde woman on his lap to his heart's content. "The law enforcement in New York has always been shit despite what they all say. We practically slipped out blindfolded."
For once, he agreed with him but that didn't change anything. He was keeping his cool for now, hiding the fact that he was here to ruin them. Maybe they hadn't played huge parts on the night of the horrifying Theatre production but they had both played a part and that meant they were both going to suffer. For Annabeth. For Silena…
"And Rafael?" He cocked an eyebrow.
"He's on a tight leash." Max answered. "They're planning on transferring him to a supermax facility in California at the end of next month."
"Let's hope they get around to it." He said in a low voice, knowing fully well that they wouldn't. Rafael escaped every prison he set foot into. No bars were strong enough to detain him.
"Aren't you going to introduce us?" The brunette, sat on Max's lap, asked, eyeing him eagerly. "It would be a crime not to put a name to such a handsome face."
"Ah, well you're in luck, sweetheart." Max smiled, meeting the dark angel's eyes. "This here is Percy Jackson; brother of Rafaello Da Montelupo and fiercely known for—"
"For being a dark horse in bed?" The blonde teased, leaving Doug to slide in next to Percy. "It definitely seems like it." She whispered, seductively running a hand over his thigh and another up the back of his neck.
"I see your reputation precedes you." Max smirked, enjoying the fact that Percy was getting extremely irritated.
He snatched up the blonde's hand and she gasped, somehow managing to make it sound sexy as if she was enjoying the rough treatment. He gave her a cold, piercing look, "go play your mind games somewhere else" he growled and tossed her wrist away.
She sulked back over to Doug with a, "you're no fun" complaint.
"I'm afraid his heart only beats for one, love." Max grinned, making Percy's stomach twist. "How is she by the way?"
"You mention her name and I will cut out your tongue." Percy snarled.
"She must be missing you." Doug cut in. "How long have you been missing now? Almost four days?"
"If you were smart, you'd go back to her before she moves onto someone else."
Percy balled his fists at his sides in anger. "That's none of your business." He snapped. "Now get rid of these hookers so we can talk business."
Max nodded, ordering the women out of the room. They rolled their eyes and left to go sink their claws into some other rich-looking guys.
"I presume you've come to make us somehow pay for what happened to your friend." Max asked with a cynical glint in his eye as if he had no intention on being defeated tonight.
"Actually, I couldn't care less about either of you." Percy said sternly. "I'm here for something and you're gonna give it to me because if you don't…this club will be the last thing you ever see."
"We both know you're not here to kill us, Percy."
"You're not the killing type." Doug added with a smirk. "You never had that killer instinct. That's probably why you left, isn't it? Because you were too much of a coward to stay."
Percy glared daggers at him. "This 'coward' could break your limbs with his bare hands so be careful what you say. That runaway mouth of yours is what always got you beat."
Max smiled amusedly. "What is it you want, Percy? Money? Drugs? Women?"
The fury boiled through his veins again but he managed to restrain himself. "Information." He told him bluntly.
Max smirked, looking up at one of the security guards. "We're gonna need more drinks over here. Pick your poison, Jackson. It's on me."
A dark glint flickered across Percy's eyes and he smiled, glad that Max had been the one to order. That made things so much easier. "Vodka on the rocks and make it three, these kids don't know how to drink properly."
Both Max and Doug scowled as the security guard left to get their alcohol of choice. "Shall we begin?"
"Ask away." Max said with sarcastic enthusiasm.
"I want to know what happened to Luke and Octavia."
With a laugh, Max spoke, "this is about Annabeth, isn't it? You can't face her until you're finished with them. Can't stomach the idea that he was stalking her this whole time, visiting her house and climbing up to her bedroom window in the night."
"Probably to jack-off too." Doug added with hysterical amusement and as they both laughed, Percy's eyes burned red with flames.
Then, in the blink of an eye, a high-pitched sound like slicing metal, cut through the air and he sunk a sharp blade into the table between Max's fingers. The sound of metal hitting the wood boomed across the room deafeningly loud. Too shocked to move, Max stared at the blade in frozen horror, his chest rising and falling. The sheer speed at which Percy moved made it astonishing that he hadn't cut him but his precision only meant one thing—he was experienced with a blade.
With a gulp, Doug shifted away from Max slightly.
"I was willing to let both your crimes slip just this once. Don't make me change my mind." Percy snarled, his voice low and terrifying while his right fist gripped the handle of the blade with frightening force.
For a moment, he held Max's gaze and then lifted the knife with a jerk of the wrist. A 1-inch slice mark was embedded into the black wood now—a reminder of what Percy was capable of.
"I'm not the same guy anymore." He said. "I'm not that little boy you used to know so don't bait me or I will bite."
Neither Max nor Doug spoke but he did notice both of them holding their hands protectively in their laps. And he could smell their fear.
Suddenly, the security guard appeared followed by a female waitress who carefully set the three drinks on the table. She gave Percy a subtle wink, eyeing the two drinks she'd just placed in front of Max and Doug, and then she left.
"Now, tell me where they are." Percy demanded taking a sip from his glass. He tasted the straight vodka on his tongue and the cold liquid burned his throat but he'd learned to love that sensation.
"Manhattan Detention Complex." Max answered, taking a massive gulp of his own. "That's where they're holding Luke. The trials tomorrow but they suspect he'll get 15-99 years for the stalking and the dealing."
Mixed emotions ran through Percy's mind. He felt somewhere between smug, relieved and a little bit disappointed. If Luke was held behind bars, that meant he couldn't physically harm him in any of the ways he planned to do in his head.
"Octavia never made it to a cell. He broke the window and jumped the police car before we even got there. I suspect he's half way to China by now." Doug said, having already drunk half of his glass by now.
A flicker of anger was sent dancing across Percy's iris'. "That son of a bitch." He spat, scrunching his fist angrily on the table.
"It's quite possible he hasn't left yet." Max cut in, swirling the ice around his glass. "Octavia would never leave without his doe or his money and he has to wait for the next drop off for that."
"When is it?" Percy asked eagerly.
"If I tell you, you have to swear that we're finished for real. I don't ever wanna see your face again."
Percy smiled, amused that he was trying to hide the fact he was scared of him. "Tell me then."
"It's next Thursday. You can catch him before he gets on a flight."
"What time is his flight?"
"I don't know."
Percy leaned forward like a tiger hiding in the grass, waiting to pounce. "Then find out." He said, gritting his teeth. "And do it now."
"What do you want me to do? Call him and ask?" He teased.
"Don't play games with me, Keller." Percy eyed him. "You're supposed to be the best hacker in the city. So get you're phone out and work your voodoo magic."
"It'll take five minutes."
"You've got three."
Everyone watched as Max pulled out his phone, syncing it to Octavia's just by using his phone number. Percy sat impatiently, disregarding of the fact that Max had a real talent here. Terrifying too. Sure, he was impressed but he wouldn't let it on.
In a matter of moments, he was reading Octavia's texts and eventually looked up at Percy. "He's booked a flight to Greece. It leaves next Thursday at Midnight."
"There, that wasn't so hard now was it?" Percy grinned, taking another sip of his drink and noting that the other guys had already finished theirs.
He smiled at this.
"Are we done here?" Doug cut in irritatedly, fed up of being undermined by someone at least four years younger than him.
"I suppose we are." Percy nodded, straightening up.
"You'll never lead a normal life, Percy." Max suddenly told him, his tone dead serious. "Once you're in this business, you can never really get out of it. You can run but you can't hide. It'll catch up with you."
Percy eyed him, somewhat considering what he was telling him but hiding that consideration behind an emotional wall of anger. "Let it." He challenged. "Let them come. At the end of the day, I'll be the one left standing."
"But at who's expense? Annabeth's?" Max cocked an eyebrow. "We both know she's your weakness. Your soft spot. If I wanted to kill you, all I'd have to do is point a gun to her head and tell you to jump off the Empire State and you'd do it."
A lump grew in Percy's throat and he felt his stomach flip. "You're right." He murmured to both Max and Doug's surprise. "I would."
It was as simple as saying he had sea green eyes or that he was Greek. It was a written fact—the letters were branded across his heart.
"That's why I can't go home. Not yet. I have to tie up all the loose ends. I have to finish what I started and end any connection I have to this world. I don't want it anymore and that way, she'll be safe."
"That's impossible." Max breathed, blinking slowly, his head lulling a bit.
"N-no one can do that." Doug added, his speech slurring.
"Ah, but I'm not like anyone else." Percy smirked. "I do whatever I want."
"They'll never let you go. You've got enemies everywhere—too many people who want your head for all the trouble you caused. That's the price of being good at what we do. The people you cheat will take grudges to the grave."
"I was good, wasn't I?" Percy said unamused. "And I'm not proud of that." Was that a lie? "But it's because I'm good that I found the loophole I need."
"What are you talking about?" Max frowned, there was something heavy about his form now, a physical drain.
"I may have enemies who hate me…but they've hated you far more and for far longer." Percy said and something twinkled in his eyes.
"Maybe. So what?" Doug shrugged nonchalantly before frowning as if that simple movement had made the world around him spin.
"So that's my loophole. You, Max, Luke, Octavia, Rafael—you're all going to help me get what I want."
"And what's that?" Max said shaking his head as if his vision was going in and out.
Perhaps the vodka had been a little too strong for them.
"Freedom. I get rid of you, I get rid of their competition and my ties." Percy grinned. "It was an offer they couldn't refuse."
Max's eyebrows furrowed as if trying to understand what he meant by that but he was seeing double now. The world was spinning, the ground beneath his feet moving. He felt sick.
Doug collapsed on the table, blinking slowly, murmuring inaudible sounds. Drool was coming out of his mouth and dripping onto the table. This was the cerebral palsy faze and Percy could see Max trying to fight it, sitting up straight and trying to hide the fact he was losing feeling in his face and legs.
He looked down at the two empty glasses on the table and sudden, horrific realisation crossed his face, eyes widening. But it was too late. They'd already drunk themselves dry and it hadn't just been vodka that they'd drunk. He reached for his glass, uncontrollably knocking it onto the floor with a loud crystal-like smash. Then he doubled over the table too, smacking his face hard before managing to stay up by just his elbows.
The scene looked like something out of a comedy. But a dark one at that.
"You doing okay there, Maximus?" Percy cocked his head with fake concern. "Feeling a little woozy? A little out of it?"
"Yoouu piece-a-shiiit." Max slurred, spitting because he'd lost sensation in his mouth.
"Yoouu shred roo ret us grrr." Doug mumbled.
"I'm sorry, what was that?"
"Yoouu shreeeed rooo ret us g-grrrrrrrrrrr!"
"Yoouu slluunova bbppriiissshh." Max banged his fist on the table in anger, trying to push himself up to a sitting position and failing miserably at it.
Percy sniggered at their pathetic attempts at fighting the inevitable. Both of them were completely baked—blitzed—whatever you wanna call it. They were burned out.
"Gggeethem." Max pointed at the security guards. Neither of them moved. "I ssssthed gggeeeeth hiiiiim." Still, they didn't move. "Wwhhaaadaaaarrr yyooouu a-ddtthh, a-ddttthhh, a-dddrrrrr. A-ffffmmmmrrr! Hhhmmmmrrr! Fffmmmmrrrr!"
Amused, Percy stood up. "They're not with you, they're with me." He said bluntly, pulling on his black cap and lifting his white hood over his head like a halo.
"Did you really think I was going to let you go just like that?" He scoffed, moving over to push Max back against the sofa by his shoulder. His head lulled forward, miles behind the rest of his body.
He struggled, spitting inaudible sounds in frustration for being manhandled so easily. "You've both been a pain in my ass ever since I met you." Percy glared, bending down a little to look him straight in the eye. "Silena's death is on you too, you know? Annabeth's injury as well. You may not have pulled the trigger but you helped supply the gun." He snarled. "And for that, you're going to spend the rest of your life in misery." He patted him on the shoulder hard enough for it to hurt before straitening up and moving towards the exit.
Doug collapsed onto the floor, crawling after him like a toddler. "Aaaaaggtthhh. Aaaaagrrr. Yyyssshhhiiii. Ssshhhiii." He spat everywhere, wriggling and grasping at the floor as he dragged his dead legs behind him. But he moved like a snail and though he was only two metres away from Percy's feet, there was no way he'd reach them in this lifetime.
Song Tribute: [Believer – Imagine Dragons]
"I would say it's been a pleasure gentleman but I'm afraid it hasn't." Percy glared at them "Enjoy the insides of your prison cells because that's where you'll be when you wake up."
Max tried to pull his gun out and aim it at Percy but his hands and arms were shaking. It was like watching a toddler trying to hold a pencil and draw a line. He blinked like an idiot. His mouth sagging on one side of his face. Percy just stared at him, unimpressed, until he dropped the gun on the table and collapsed against the sofa.
"Pathetic." He scoffed, turning to the security guards. "Leave them somewhere the cops will find them." He ordered and they both nodded like robots, each reaching for one side of the curtain gap to pull it open for their 18-year-old boss.
And like a God—untouchable—invincible—he strode out, descending the few small steps with a ghost of a smile on his lips, his eyes gleaming like lightning.
Was it wrong that he got a thrill from this? He'd left this life for a good reason but a part of him couldn't help but admit he liked being like this—reckless and stupid. Not having to care about his actions for once. Relying on his instincts. And staying far away from his loved ones so they wouldn't see him like this.
And that meant Annabeth.
But he tossed that thought aside. As if in slow motion, he pulled the mask over his mouth, resuming his dark character, and made his way back through the nightclub. Bright flashes of neon lights flickered across him, catching in his eyes like fireflies in a jar.
And for that moment, he wasn't Percy anymore. He was just a shadow. He was the dark angel.
And fallen—he most certainly had. Right from the golden heavens and thrones of Olympus, he'd fallen. An angel, tempted by the flames of the Underworld. Now an angel trying desperately to crawl his way back out of the chasm he'd so eagerly jumped into—heart first.
For his heart, he went and for his heart, he must return.
~xXx~
Whooooaaaa, things are escalating QUICKLY!
Tell me what you think! Was it bad? I'm sorry if it was bad! Everyone wants different things for this story so it's a tough one. I hope I made the right decision, it was a bit of a gamble. Originally, Percy was never supposed to go off in honour of Silena and Annabeth, he was just going to disappear for a while and I'd write everything from Annabeth's POV. But then I changed my mind last minute bc I thought this would be more interesting and more like Percy's character - at least the 'Dreams' version.
I apologise if anyone's annoyed that Percy has kinda gone off on one. I promise he'll be back on the path of righteousness very soon. Lol. But he needs to do this.
Plus, it was SUPER FUN to write that nightclub scene. I love writing about dark, badass Percy. Idk why, it's just kinda thrilling.
I wanted to explain that last line, "For his heart, he went and for his heart, he must return." - I know a lot of you probably won't understand what I meant by that.
Basically, Percy joined Rafael's gang and his world (this being the "chasm" metaphor thing) bc his heart was hurting at the time. Gabe was abusing his mother, his mother was unhappy, he was unhappy without a stable family and then he finds his long-lost brother whom he didn't even know about. So he joined the gang bc he wanted to bond with him - to find a family and rebuild the pieces of his heart. BUT! Now he has to leave bc he's in love with Annabeth and he can't stay in a world that puts her in danger. So, in order to be able to stay with her, he has to first put things right and cut himself off from his dark past. Thus, returning to the light for the love in his "heart". - I hope that made sense.
Oh and I promise Percabeth will be back together in the next two chapters and Percy will NOT be descending into a dark spiral to create unnecessary drama - so don't worry your little socks off people, AWG's got you! ;)
DemonicKilljoy - Loool, sorry for making you cry :)) Yay, you like my music taste! Ch.11 had some good ones, i think. I'd been saving them for a while. There will probably be another 10 chapters or so in 'Dreams'. Love ~ AWG
Emberstorm-of-ThunderClan - Aw, I cried when Sil died too. Tragic kind of sweet was exactly what I was going for so thank you! ~ AWG
leodragnozz - That's okay, I'm just happy you reviewed when you did. Aw, I know how you feel about life kicking you down, hope all is well.
DracoErebos - YES! Thank you for understanding Percy's emotional screams so clearly! Couldn't have said it better myself. He really does struggle to control his emotions. I get what you're saying but it's mainly Silena's death that's riling up the need for some kind of payback, you know? Oh and percabeth fluff is coming v. soon - lots and lots of it ;)
NONAME2002 - I know right! Song tributes are THE best thing, I just love associating specific scenes with music and I thought 'Heroes' was kinda perfect for Percy's screams. Yeaahh, I took my time to update, sorry about that but I hope you like it!
sallybubbles - Aw, honey I would never ever kill Percy. I promise!
foodlover123 - Yaayy, a new reader! I'm so glad you like my story. Haha, sorry for the cliffhanger. By now you've probably realised that I love those ;) I'd love to hear your song suggestions you can either leave them on a review or PM me, whichever you prefer ~ AWG
amazingAwesomeness - Hehehehehe. I'm sorry for causing your anger over Silena, totally understandable - I would hate me too. I kinda like it when ppl vent their anger anyway, it shows that they care about my story. Thank you so so sooo much for all the lovely things you said about my story and my writing, it honestly means the world to me. You could soo be a writer like me! Trust me. I will definitely watch my back from now on, thanks for the heads up ;) P.s I'm sending you metaphorical boxes of tissues for your tears so your sheets don't get ruined.
Elenor - Hi Elenor, thank you so much for taking the time to review 'Dreams'. I'm so glad you liked Memories and that it made you feel emotional, that's all I aim for - to make my readers feel something. Also I love ppl who like bumpy relationships and respect me for not wanting to constantly write fluff all the time. So thank you!
Zoe - AAAWW, THANKS HUN! I'm sorry, I left for two weeks...again. I'm really trying, I swear! Eeeek, I'm so soo happy that you liked Rafael in ch. 11. He's still one of my absolute favs despite how horrible he is sometimes. Sorry for the cliffy and I hope you liked the new chappie. Lots of love ~ AWG
Chameleondancer - Aaawww, thanks hun. I will, for sure, let you know if I publish a book ;) I feel like I'm gonna cry now bc my story made you cry, aw I'm sorry but I'm kinda happy too. Yeeess, thank you for understanding Rafael's character so well. I totally agree with you that no matter how dark a person can be, there will always be light in them somewhere even if it's buried deep down. Please stay awesome, luv ~ AWG xx
Reghda - So I've noted that you changed your account name, don't worry ;) I'm not sick don't worry but thanks for caring. I'm SO SORRY for killing Silena, I honestly hate myself for it but it just kinda happened and I couldn't find a way to let her live and to have the story progress in the way it does. Urgh, I wish I could speak french, I know a little from school but it would be so nice to go to Paris and be fluent. No, I think you seem really nice and I can be very reserved sometimes too. Luv ~ AWG
I'm sorry, I really wanted to reply to them all but I just spent 2 hours responding to the ones I have. If you really want to ask me or tell me something, send me a PM and I will ALWAYS reply!
The next update probably won't be up for a while...I know...I'm sorry. But I have exams next week and I just can't. So you're looking at the beginning of March - earliest probably being Sunday the 4th. I hope that's okay... *sighs and looks at the ground sadly*
If only I had more time to actually DO WHAT I WANT rather than studying. Then again that's just life ;)
Anyways I'm gonna love ya and leave ya chicaas. Stay happy and healthy and if someone didn't say it to you yesterday (Valentines Day) then I'll say it to you now - I LOVE YOU!
Lots of love,
~ AWG xx