Day Two...
The next morning, I woke up with a splitting headache. What a great way to start Christmas Day! (That was sarcasm by the way). I slumped out of bed and picked up my phone. 36 missed calls. 52 unread texts. I pressed SELECT ALL and then hit DELETE. I didn't even feel a twinge of guilt. It hadn't been a few seconds until I got a new text. Are you serious? I thought to myself. I pressed the text and it opened up. It read:
Annabeth, what happened last night? Come on, tell me! Is it about Percy?
It was from Piper. I quickly dialed her number. "Annabeth?" Piper gasped over the phone. "Hey..." I murmured, walking into the kitchen. "Oh my god, Annnabeth, thank god you called me. Now tell me what happened," Piper said. I sighed and opened the fridge. "Piper, I don't want to talk about it over the phone. Let's meet at that new coffee shop on Cittie Street at two," I mumbled and shut the fridge. "Aren't they closed on today? And are you sure you don't want to talk about it now?" Piper asked me, worried. I felt my headache get worse. "Piper, yes, the coffee shop is opened, and I'm sure. I have an awful headache right now," I said, getting frustrated. "Oh, okay. See you at two! Bye," Piper hung up. I shoved my phone in my pocket and decided to brew myself a cup of coffee. As I waited for the coffee to brew, I changed out of my pajamas and into a t-shirt in jeans. I put on my robe also. I touched my forehead and realized I had a mild fever. Great, I thought to myself. I went to the bathroom to see how I looked. Awful. My face was pale and my eyes were wild. My hair was knotted and stringy from tossing and turning all night. I'm not in the mood to comb that mess, I thought, and left the bathroom. I got back to the kitchen, and when I lifted the coffee pot, my left arm went numb with pain from when I fell on it last night on the ice-covered ground. "Gah!" I yelped and dropped the pot. It shattered and sent boiling hot coffee all over my bare feet and the kitchen floor. I screamed when the coffee reached my feet. It burned so bad that I swung my feet out in front of me (I'm an idiot) and then landed backwards on my head (how does that even happen?). I howled in pain. The room started spinning and my vision started going black. Before I knew it, my vision finally went black, and I was passed out cold.
When I woke up, I was on a cold tile floor. The floor was wet and smelt like... coffee? "Huh...? Where... where am I?" I looked around and sat up. I winced. My head ached and my arm hurt.
"Hello?" I called out. When no one answered, I got up off the floor. The clock said it was ten in the morning. I stood there, staring at the clock. Where was I? Who was I? Why was I on the floor? No matter how hard I tried to remember, I just couldn't. It was as if all my memories had just... never happened. I sighed and walked over to the door. I opened it. There were piles of snow everywhere, and the sidewalk was coated in ice. What day is it?
I asked myself in my head. I walked around the house, searching for a calendar. Eventually, I found one in room with a big bed. Assuming this was my house, assuming this was my bedroom, and assuming I was the one who wrote all the dates on the calendar, I read them all. I had crossed off all the days except for December 25. That must've been today: Christmas Day. Then, I squinted at December 24. It read, in big bold letters: EVERYTHING ENDS. I felt a spark of sadness in my heart. What happened yesterday? Something happened. I went to sit down on the bed, but something was in my back pocket. A phone. I took it out and noticed I had, like, a million texts from a girl named... Piper? I tried hard to remember this girl, but nothing came up. I read all the texts from her. Each one said something like, "Where are you?" or "Stop playing games!" or "Annabeth, please stop!" Annabeth... who was Annabeth? Was this some other girl that I had used to be friends with? Or... was it my name? I set my phone aside and looked through the nightstand drawers. There was nothing in there but a small purple journal that was locked. I picked it up and tried to yank the book open or get the lock off, but it wouldn't move. I looked everywhere around the room for they key that went with the journal, but I found nothing. I eventually got tired of being in the house, so I grabbed a hoodie from the closet and stepped outside. I was about to use the car that was in my driveway, when I realized I couldn't because I didn't have the car keys. Instead, I started to walk down the street, hoping to get to a street with stores that served coffee and donuts and things. I was walking for what seemed like forever when I finally turned a corner and got onto a road that was lined with stores. I checked my pockets to see if I had any money. I pulled out a five dollar bill and three pennies. Okay... not enough to buy a pair of shoes, but enough to buy a donut and a cup of coffee, I thought and hurried down the street. It was called Cittie Street. I walked into a coffee shop and listened to the bells jingle in the doorway. I saw several people sitting down enjoying coffee, but there was another girl.. who wasn't exactly... enjoying her coffee. Instead, she was sleeping at the table, with two cups of coffee next to her that looked ice cold. She had choppy brown hair and feathered When I walked by her, she stirred. When she looked up, her eyes widened and her mouth dropped. "Annabeth? Oh my god, I've been here all night! You never came..." She said. She looked at the two cups of coffe and offered me one. "I know its cold, but... think of it as iced coffee," She chuckled. I stepped back. "Uh... do I know you?" I mumbled. The girl looked shocked and said,
"... It's me...Piper,"