OK, so I wrote this late last night and it wouldn't post! It won't let me log in on my phone, so I don't know how often I'll be able to post until that is fixed!

Update on my horse (Yesterday):

He's pretty badly hurt. He's got a gash on his leg. He could've done anything to his leg from a simple sprain or pulled something, to a fractured kneecap. We won't know until we get X-rays. We are going to the vet for those early tomorrow morning. I should be in bed asleep, but I can't sleep. Pray for me and my baby. My worst fear ever is losing him. And I'm so emotionally spread thin right now.

Update on my horse (today):

Good news: It is not fractured! :) Praise God!

Bad news: He could've torn a muscle. No matter what he did to the muscles, I won't be able to ride him or even condition him for 4 weeks :( I'm still freaking out. I'm still super worried. He is still only using three legs... :(

Thanks for the reviews and pms. Here's the promised blue candy! *halfheartedly tosses candy at crowd*

I'd like to dedicate this chapter to my amazing horse trainer/"big sis." She knows me so will, almost too well, and was more than willing to get up early today (which is the only day she can sleep in) to take me and my horse to the vet. Yesterday, when we were on the way to the barn to see my horse and look at the then new injury, she asked me how I was doing. I gave her the generic response: "I'm fine" accompanied by a noncommittal shrug. To which she replied, "No. How are you really doing?" And today, I was sick to my stomach and too nervous to eat. Anticipating this, she had planned to go get donuts. And we did. And that's all I ate until after the vet's.

Chapter 5 Paige's POV

I sank to my knees by my best friend's cold body. I stroked his stiff neck. In a whisper that no one could hear, I half-sang to, half begged and pleaded with him,

"Say something... I'm giving up on you... I'm sorry... That I... Couldn't get... To you... And anywhere... I... Would've... Followed you... Say... Something..." My voice trailed off into hiccuping sobs. I allowed myself ten seconds to get control of my emotions,

10... 9... I love you, Star...

8... 7... I'll never forget you...

6... 5... I miss you so much...

4... 3... I'd give anything to have you back...

2... Deep breath...

1...

With that, I buried the pain I was feeling. I got up, using everything I had to resist the urge to run away. I stayed and let my friends think they were comforting me. But I didn't need comfort. I didn't need understanding. I needed my Star back.

I became sullen, depressed, and lonely. I skipped classes for as long as Annabeth would let me. I didn't want to return to class, even if it was camp classes. I was bullied even there. And when I returned, the bullying worsened.

"Hey, Paige," The Ares kids always began, "Your horse is dead. I'm glad he's dead."

Oh, wait, did I mention that only a week before I left for camp, my dog was hit by a car and passed away? Yeah, it's been a crappy month.

"Your dog is dead too," they continued, "I saw it. His guts are all over the road." Clarisse, who normally hated my guts, was not joining in. Even she knew that was past the line of what was acceptable. But she didn't fight it. She refused to. No one else did because they were too scared.

Annabeth's POV

"Percy!" I sobbed (this was becoming something that happened regularly) "Paige is so depressed and lonely, but she won't let me or anyone else help her. She's becoming bitter and resentful and..." I couldn't continue. It was breaking my heart the way hers was breaking. Percy held me. He always had his arms and ears open for me, ready to comfort and listen when I needed it. Which was pretty often as of lately. Paige wouldn't let even me anywhere near her. She went to classes and put on a front. She pretended she was fine. She faked being ok. She was fooling everyone except me. I could see beneath her mask to the hurting little girl beneath. I could hear the broken-ness in her voice under the layers of pretend niceness. It just wasn't fair. She was only 13. Why her?

So, that's it. What do y'all think of doing 2 POVs in one chapter? Yay or nay?

Please keep me and my horse in your prayers as we are on the road to recovery.

Please, please, please review or pm me! That would really help me feel better!

Oh, funny story from yesterday! So, I walked into English, and someone said, "...Riptide..." So, being a demigod, I go, "Riptide?" as I perk up and pay attention to my classmates for once, "Riptide's a freaking awesome sword!" To which I received blank stares and arguments of, "No, Riptide's a song. Duh." And so I argued back, "Riptide's a sword from Percy Jackson." They all groaned and said Percy Jackson is stupid and Riptide's a song. My teacher finally comes in, and she's read Percy Jackson, so I say, "Mrs. _, true or false, Riptide is a sword." And her reply is one of the many reasons why she is my favorite teachers, she says, "True, because Percy Jackson is awesome!" When my classmates still don't believe me, this is legitimately my first response: I grab a ballpoint pen, uncap it, and swing it around like a sword, saying, "Still don't believe me? What's this, then? Huh? Meet Riptide!" They all look at me like I'm insane (a fair assumption), saying "It's a pen." My reply? : "Pffft! Silly mortals, it's obviously a sword! You just see a pen because of the Mist!" My teacher and I sat there laughing like crazy for ten minutes.

Disclaimer: *does a quick look around messy room* Nope. I was right. I still don't own Percy Jackson. Or the song "Say Something." Dang it! Wish I did! *clicks tongue in annoyance* (Wait for it. Wait for it. Psych fans? You there? You should get the fandom reference.)