Ok, A lot of people are getting sad because they think Grover is the bad guy but trust me don't think of Percy's hallucination as the PJ Grover, think of him as a violent hallucination caused by schizophrenia that just so happens to have the same name and physical qualities as Grover.

Chapter 3

Annabeth.

About a week later, unfortunately, a routine for me in the mental hospital fell into place. Most of time I go into the 'rec' room. That's where they keep the electronics were allowed to use. There are two computers, one xbox, and one television, as well as a bookshelf full of books. The xbox has lame games, the computer has no internet, and the television doesn't have cable. The books aren't interesting, but they keep my mind of things.

I've surprisingly made friends. Thalia turned out to be really cool (though sometimes really intense).

Percy hasn't talked to me since my first day at lunch, though he's in the rec room very often. The day after, he looked rather pale, and avoided me at all costs. Now he just doesn't acknowledge my presence. I don't know whether to be relieved or disappointed. Behind the crazy, he seems like a pretty nice dude. Don't get me wrong. I'm not starting to enjoy myself here. I'm just looking for things, or people, to numb the pain.

Rachel still refuses to look at me.

They started giving me pills to take. Twice a day. Once in the morning, and once in the afternoon, supposedly they fought depression. I asked Thalia if I should take them, and she'd hesitated. She only nodded numbly in answer.

The hospital has this 'trust system'. They didn't monitor if you were taking the medication they gave. They just assumed if you wanted to get better you would. I think that's the stupidest thing I've ever heard, and the fact that most people in this youth hospital either throw out their medication, or sell it to teenagers who are here trying to get clean, proves me right.

I decide to start collecting the medication they give me, just in case I feel like killing myself.

Today is visiting day. Apparently, once a month, they do allow family members or guests in here. I'm not sure if I want my dad to come or not. On one hand, I might get to see Bobby again, but on the other hand, i might see my parents again. I guess I'll just wait and see.

Visiting day starts at two in the afternoon. All activities for the day are cancelled because of it, so I slept in, and now I have two hours to kill before it starts.

Of course, I go to the rec room. It has become some sort of a "safe haven" for me. As stupid as this sounds, my room feels suffocatingly empty. Even if I don't talk to anyone in the rec room, at least there's the quiet sound of Percy's soft sketching (he draws every time he's in there) or a computer game playing.

As expected, Percy's in there, drawing.

"Hi." I murmur in his general direction, testing my luck. At first, I don't think he hears me, and considers saying it again.

Before I've made up my mind though, Percy grunts a hi back to me.

"Why do you hate me?" I was never one to mince words.

He looks up at me, surprised. "Grover doesn't like you." His reason sounds a lot saner than the last time he said it.

"Grover's your imaginary friend, right?" He shrugs, looking back down to sketch again. "What are you drawing?"

Instead of answering verbally, he leans over to let me see his sketchbook from where I am perched on the couch. All he is drawing is a simple flower. But somehow, it's more than that. I can't explain it, but somehow, I can feel the emotions that that dark flower is giving off. Somehow, I can see his insanity from that one picture. It makes me feel strange, and for a second I look away. I feel uncomfortably looking at a piece of his soul, like I'm somehow invading his privacy.

Percy took it differently. "You don't like it?" He asks, looking hurt.

"It's really nice." I say, and I'm not lying, though I'm trying to reassure him.

"It's just really nice. " He mocks me, and thats when I get that he's joking. It's a refreshing change from his usual sullen demeanor. I swat him on the arm and we fall into a strangely comfortable silence, as if we hadn't just met.

Percy.

Annabeth is sitting there, just watching me draw - in her regular sweatpants and t-shirt. Grover is in the corner, watching us, but I pretend he's not there.

We sit there silently for maybe an half an hour before she asks me another question. She says it very quietly at first, but spoke up when I didn't hear her.

"Can you draw Grover for me?"

It would be an understatement if I said I wasn't surprised. My eyes flicker to Grover for a second. He's giving me a warning look.

"I've draw him already." I answer shortly.

"Can I see it?" She looks expectant, and a ghost of a smile is present on her lips.

"He won't let me, um, show people." I mutter. It sounds dumb when I say it like that, like Grover is my mother or something.

"Oh." She replies again. I feel like she doesn't know what to say. I still feel a need to explain. For some reason, I wanted her to speak.

"But…" I hesitate. "I can still describe him to you... " She perks up immediately, like a little girl just told she could get ice cream or something. It makes me smirk a little. She glares at my pleased face and whacks me on the arm. The second time in an hour.

"Ouch," I grin at her, "you sure you're not in here for violence?" She whacks me once more for good measure before prompting me.

"So…" She asks, obviously trying not to push. "Are you gonna describe him to me?"

"Oh, yeah." I frown a little, trying to describe Grover in an unbiased light. "Um...he's a satyr." Annabeth's eyes widened but she didn't say anything. "Yeah. With the hooves and everything. And he has curly goat hair with two tiny goat horns sticking out of it. He's cool most of the time. He's usually sort of witty. Only I can see him, of course."

I waited for Annabeth to answer.

"Okay...cool. But I don't feel like I know him personally. Tell me some past experiences you've had with him."

I was surprised Annabeth was so interested. This far into getting to know me, most people don't say anything about Grover, probably worried about calling him "fake" and ticking me off.

"Why do you need to know him personally?"

"Because I want to be your friend." Was her simple reply, in her regular unemotional tone.

"Alright…" I think hard. "One time, we blew up a school bus..."

"Nevermind. I don't really want to hear of your criminal escapades. How about... how about tell me how you got here...to this hospital?"

"Why do you want to know so much about me all of a sudden?" I ask, defensively.

"You're more sane than you look." All pretense of the quiet soft-spoken girl gone.

"I'll tell you another time then, when it's not just half an hour till visiting." I glance at the clock pointedly.

"Oh yeah, that's today." Annabeth sighs, "I guess I should go get ready."

I raise my eyebrow up, confused about what 'get ready' meant to the girl who recently decided to wear pajamas to group therapy.

She only stuck her tongue out at me.

"Bye...friend." I yell out, as the door shut behind her.

I draw for a few more minutes before I notice that Grover is back, or was here the whole time - it's hard to know with him. I smile nervously at him.

"Having fun with your friend." He spits at me.

"C'mon Grover, I've had friends before, you've never truly hated them." There's a few seconds of silence before Grover answers.

"I. Don't. Like. Her." He replies.

"You don't like anyone. Please, Grover she's cool. She doesn't care that I'm...me." My words are reckless, but desperate enough that they just might work.

Sure enough, I'm right. "Fine. Have fun with your new friend." He glares at me, before stalking out of the room, obviously upset.

I try to go back to drawing. It was the only thing that actually stabilizes me when my mood changes drastically. In this case from pleased (with Annabeth), to sad, or hurt.

But drawing was second-best in my life. First is Grover. It's always been Grover.