And here we have part number 3! I know I said I was going to make it about Annabeth, but I decided to make this one a little different. I really hope you guys don't mind! I may make another chapter about Annabeth...I really don't know yet xD

And I'm sorry if this is a bit darker than usual, but my grandma's in the hospital and things just aren't going well...so I've been feeling a bit darker in my writing. Sorry T-T

Oh! And reading this while listening to Scala Choir's version of Radiohead's "Creep", makes this chapter so much better!

Heartless Demon Wolf- I haven't really decided what exactly I'm going to do with this, or how far I'm planning to go. I don't think this will be too much of a romance though. I hope you'll continue to read though!

And thanks so much for the advice^^

Disclaimer: The entire point of this website is for FANS to write FICTION. Put 2 and 2 together, people -_-

I stared at the large brick house across the street from me. It wasn't exactly how I remembered, but it was close. There had been bushes lining the front of the house, but those were gone, replaced with flowers. And the tire swing that had hung in the large tree in the front was gone. Another new addition was the flag that hung in the front. The house was still pretty, but somehow had an odd feel. I couldn't force myself to get any closer. The house didn't look empty. It had a van in the driveway, and curtains red in most of the windows.

This was it. This had been home. It was silly of me to come, really. She may not even live here anymore. She very well may have moved but...I had to try. I told myself to move, yet I found my feet stuck. I couldn't do it. Chiron had warned me that I shouldn't have come. He told me that I was safer at camp. But what did I do? The stupid, illogical, impulsive thing; I hopped in a plane (an experience I didn't enjoy) and flew to California. Now here I was, standing in front of my house, regretting the decision. What was I supposed to say to her?

Hey mom, it's me Thalia. Sorry I didn't call. I would have eventually, but dad turned me into a tree.

No. That would just sound really stupid.

Why was I here anyway? She obviously didn't want me. She never loved me...so why was I here? I couldn't look her in the eye. I couldn't face her. I didn't belong here, but I had to make things right.

Without fully realizing what I was doing, I began to walk towards the house anyway. Finally...

knock, knock.

An elderly woman opened the door. She looked at me, puzzled. "Hello, can I help you?" I didn't know what to say. I was confused. I didn't know this lady. Could mom have really moved away? She had given up on me?

"I..um I... was looking for Joanna Grace? Does.. she still live here?" The woman frowned.

"Are you referring to the young woman who used to live here, previously?" I nodded. "I'm sorry hon, I'm surprised you haven't already heard. She passed away a few years back. There was an car accident...and well...she didn't make it. Was she a friend of yours?"

I stood, wide-eyed. "What?" I asked. "That...that can't be right!"

The lady looked apologetic. "I'm sorry deary, but it's true. A real shame too. I believe I heard she had a couple kids, but something happened and they both died. Poor woman was heart broken. They buried her body at a graveyard around the corner from here. Did you want me to find-" But before she could finish, I was gone.

I ran faster than I ever have in my life. I looked at the sky above me. It was just starting to rain. Storm clouds were rolling in fast. I should have been going back to the camp, but I had to see for myself. There was only one graveyard around that I knew of.. If this was true, if she really was gone, then she would be there. But it couldn't be true. Maybe her mother sold the house to another lady, who sold it again. Mother was alive. She had to be.

I'm sure I looked anything but sane, sobbing and wildly running about through the graveyard. I felt crazy. I just couldn't find her grave anywhere. I began to feel hope. Maybe she was okay, and I could still set things right. I could try again! I stopped searching, and though I was still crying, I found myself to be smiling. Her grave wasn't here!

But then as I turned around, there it was. Mocking me. It was her's. The stone had her name on it. Her birth date...and...the year she died. Two years ago. She was dead. Joanna Grace was dead. My mother was dead.

The rain was pouring now. My father was obviously upset. As if he had a right to be. collapsed in front of her grave. I couldn't even move. How could this happen? My mom was dead. I was crying. Crying for my mother. I was angry. I was angry at her for not loving me, for not treating my like a mother should. Abusing me. I was angry at Zeus for not telling me, and for abandoning me. He could have had the decency to tell me that the only thing I had left was gone. Dead. I'd been back for the past month, and he hadn't even tried to tell me. And he had the nerve to be upset now. Upset with what? The fact that I knew? Everything I'd ever cared about, ever needed...was gone. Jason. Luke. Mother. Gone. I had no one. I was alone.

I looked up at the storming sky. "What the hell do you want from me? You've already taken everything!" I screamed. Maybe blaming Zeus wasn't right, but I wanted-no, I needed to blame someone. He had abandoned me. Just like everyone else in my life.

And so I laid there for what felt like an eternity, sobbing. I'd never cried so hard in my life. Not when mom hit me, not when she told me that I was her biggest regret, not when Zeus left, not even when Hera took Jason away. I can honestly say that I wanted to die. I had nothing to live for.

I was alone.
I wasn't meant to exist.
I would only ever be alone.