Next chapter! Yeah I know how on my last story it took me forever to update but It's summer for me now and I will have nothing else to do. So Why your reading this, i'm eating Cinnamon toast! Isn't weird how I can be so cheerful all the time but write storys like this? For any one who's wondering, this story takes place in the summer! Duh!


Steph's Pov:

Gasp! I sat up in my bed. "I'm alive. Just a dream." I whispered to myself. Wait, alive? Alive. Why was I still alive?

I stood up wryly and walked to the closet. I put on some black skinny jeans, my midnight blue dinosaur t-shirt and knee high converse. I went out into the kitchen and grabbed Brandon's debit card. Mom wasn't awake yet and Brandon was probably at work. I went out the back door and hopped the fence. There was a line of shops about 4 blocks away. I quickly found a salon. Now I know what your thinking, what the hell are you doing? Well, I'm getting my hair dyed. I know what your thinking now too, Why? I don't really know. I want to change the face that he used to love. The lady dyed my hair black and gave it a sort of emo fringe. But I didn't care, what the heck, I threw in some snake bites. Now those were cool.

When I looked into the mirror, I was completely different. Perfect. I guess I just went back home. I don't really remember getting back into bed, but here I was. I just lie there for about 2 hours, trying to push away memories of him.

Then the door bell rang. "Steph!" My mom called. I groaned and went to the door. You'll never believe it, but Grover Underwood was standing in my doorway.

"Grover?" I whispered. I guess my voice was a little hoarse from crying. He was panting, "We have to go." he said. "Wha-" he pulled my arm out into the front lawn where there was a strawberry van sitting. He threw me into the passenger seat. Literally threw me. As he drove off I asked him, "Grover, what are you doing?"

"I'm taking you to Camp Half-Blood." he said like it was nothing.

"Why?"

"Your in way too much danger here." he told me.

"But I haven't been attacked at all since I got here!" I protested.

"That's because Nico's aura was protecting you. Scaring them off. But now that he's gone-" he saw the tears in my eyes and stopped. He rubbed my back and cooed, "It's fine Stephanie. I won't mention him anymore." I leaned my head against the window and sobbed, letting the tears fall one by one. I didn't care anymore if he saw. I think I cried myself to sleep. Because I woke up in a parking lot.

"Come on Steph, we've got to take you to New York." Grover said.

He took me into the airport and got us tickets, "How are you paying for all of this?" I asked him.

"Camp travel funds." He pulled me to where the guy took out tickets and loaded us onto the plane.

On the plane I asked him, "Does anybody else know he broke up with me?"

"No," he said. "I only know because I read your emotions." Oh yeah, Satyrs can do that. "Well that's good, I guess."

I fell asleep on the plane again. My dream was of me in the Underworld. I looked around, and I saw him. Which made me wonder if he really was here. I ran, all the way to the river Styx. Once I got there I took a deep breath, and jumped.

The water felt cool. It was odd, I thought it would rip my soul out or something, but instead it felt cool. Then it got colder, and colder again. It kept getting colder until I thought the river was frozen. I let out a scream, and just like that, it was like Apollo drove the sun into that river. I think I actually saw my skin melt off. I screamed again.

I woke up in the plane. Grover was shaking my shoulders. "You okay?" he asked. I nodded. A flight attendant spoke through the speakers, "Please fasten your seat belts. We're arriving in Manhattan in 5 minutes." I took another deep breath and once we landed I stepped off the plane.

I tried to not fall asleep again on the ride to Camp Half-Blood for fear of another horrible dream like my last one. The tension was eating me alive. Going back to camp just a day after our breakup? No way. Yet here I was. No really, here I was. We stepped out of the truck and walked up the hill. "What about my bag?" I asked Grover. "We sent somebody to go get your stuff." he said. It was the middle of the day. Everyone was all busy training and doing activities. I pulled my hood up and ducked my head. Grover lead me over to my cabin. "We'll give you a schedule tomorrow, see you at dinner." I nodded and shut my door.

Just like Grover said, my duffel bad was sitting on my bed. I pushed it off and lay down. I don't plan on sleeping anymore, ever. What's the point? I saw an image of him in my head. Again, just like before, I pushed into his mind. This time the images were more...brutal. Most of the were murder. I pulled out of his mind. He was sitting in his cabin, clutching his head like it hurt. Was I hurting him? No it wasn't supposed to hurt. I think maybe the images hurt a little to look at. Good.

I let go of the image of him in my head and it faded away just like before. I started looking though my duffel. Finally, I found my ipod. I flicked it on and lay down again. This was perfect, I don't want to do anything else but just lie here.

The dinner bell rang but I wasn't really excited to see if he would be there. If he saw me he would know I had been giving him those visions. I skipped dinner. Instead I got up and looked through my bag again until I found my notebook. It had been so long since I had used this. I took it and walked out to the lake. I sat down and let my feet hang in the water. It felt cool, like the river Styx did in my dream. But less painful.

I opened the book to a blank page and began to draw. It was of multiple things. Little pictures of me dying like the visions I gave him. I think that most of it was of me drowning in the Styx. After about an hour of me just drawing, I looked around and saw that everyone left the pavilion. They were at the campfire now. Might as well.

I stood up and slowly made my way to where Grover was sitting next to the fire. Percy was sitting next to him. He was sitting next to Percy. I kept my hood up and hair in my eyes. "Grover, I need to talk to you." I whispered while everyone was singing. He nodded and stood up. I followed him away from the fire. "I don't want anyone to know I'm here. So don't call me Stephanie." I told him. "What do I call you?" he asked. "I don't know, uh, Sam." I always liked that name. "Ok." he said. We walked back to where Percy was sitting and joined in like nothing happened.

I didn't sing. I just stared at the fire. But it was nice to be there with everyone. I wonder if I could push into his mind now...Ha! It worked! The images I gave him were by far the worst. Soon he put his head in his knees. I was planning to stop a long time ago, but I didn't want to anymore. I wanted to see him suffer. "Sam, stop." I heard Grover whisper. I didn't listen to him. This time I pushed into his head harder, it might have hurt a little. I gave him images of him killing me. "Sam. Stop it. Your gonna hurt him." Grover said a little louder. I ignored him again and pushed just a little harder. It was even starting to hurt me. He clutched his head and screamed. "Sam! Stop!" Grover yelled. Some of the campers looked at us but most of them shrugged and continued singing. I stopped. Tears were streaming down my face. Percy was helping him. Grover pulled me aside. "You can't do that to him!" he yelled at me. I was crying now, "He deserved it! He deserved every minute of it!" I screamed. I ran back to my cabin and cried.

I couldn't take it anymore. I had to get out of here. I left my cabin and ran until I was in the woods. I was in that little place I was last year where he caught me. I climbed up the same tree and looked down. I took a deep breath and dove headfirst to my fate.


OMFG that chapter was long! I am extremely proud of myself. I will try to get the next chapter in a couple days or so. Don't read this and think its the end cuz it's not. Review!