TW - Mentions of death and slightly depressing thoughts (not too much though)
Sometimes We Come Crashing Down
She pounded on the unmoving doors.
" I left my necklace!"
Her hand slammed against the door.
She waved, "I'll be really quick. You guys go ahead."
"SOMEONE HELP!" she screamed, her voice echoing in the small space.
Laughing at what the others said, she jogged back the way she came from.
She brought her shaking hands to her face and buried them into her palms, hiding her eyes from the harsh truth. The harsh reality.
Opening the door to her room, she scanned for the piece of jewellery that her father once gave her .
She stumbled backwards and her back hit the opposite wall, her legs buckling underneath her and she fell. She collapsed into a pitiful mess, tears rolling down her cheeks.
"There you are." She muttered, picking up the item from the table.
Tanned fingers clenched the necklace, her knuckles turning white.
Rushing out of the room, she paused at the stairway.
She gritted her teeth. She had survived monster attacks, life-threatening quests and a war, but she was going to die in here. It was like a sick joke. It couldn't be happening.
'Screw it,' she thought, 'I'll take the lift.'
Maybe the Goddess of Luck was in a bad mood today. She wouldn't be surprised at all, to be honest.
She tapped her foot while waiting for the lift to come to her level.
If it was anybody else in this situation, they would have been able to get out by now.
Patience was never her forte, it made her ADHD act up too much.
A small tear trickled down her face. Her end was coming. She could feel it. Every breath she took, her end ticked nearer.
The lift finally arrived. She hopped on, surprised to find it empty.
If only she didn't take the lift. If only she didn't go back to get her necklace. If only… So many thought ran through her mind. A sob caught in her throat.
The metallic doors slid shut behind her.
With an anguished scream, she threw the jewellery. It fell onto the ground in a lifeless heap.
She felt herself slowly descend to the ground floor.
Hands pounded against the floor while she hysterically cried out.
The small room shuddered and the lights suddenly flickered off, leaving her in darkness. The lift came to a halt.
She stopped immediately when she heard the lift groan. Her heart hammered in her chest.
Sighing, she pressed the button to go down. Nothing. She tried again.
If she was Annabeth, she would have analysed everything with a critical eye and found the solution immediately.
She frowned and called out. "Hello? Hello? Anyone?"
If she was Leo, she would have been able to fix it in record speed. Even install a hotdog machine while she was at it.
She became slightly more frantic. "Hello? Help! I'm in here! Anyone!"
If she was Frank, she would have turned into a large animal, maybe a bear and ripped open the doors.
She pounded on the unmoving doors.
If she was Hazel, she would have shadowed travelled away back to her friends.
Her hand slammed against the door.
If she was Jason, her sweet Jason, then she would have used the air to make the lift fall down slower and at a non-lethal speed.
"SOMEONE HELP!" she screamed.
The lift shook much stronger. She closed her eyes and prayed to the gods. Prayed for an easy and quick death. If she didn't die from a panic attack now, she certainly was going to die from the impact.
If she was Percy, she would just create a water bubble around herself and she wouldn't have to worry about the impact. Too easy.
What did she have that would save her? Nothing. Pathetic really. Charmspeak her way out? What good will it do? She doubted the door was going to open, even if she asked nicely. The fates would just laugh at her feeble attempt. She had nothing. She could awaken a supposedly inactive dragon, yet she couldn't get herself out of an elevator. Was she really that useless? Maybe she was a burden to everyone. Maybe they only kept her around because she could make things do what she wanted.
She remembered Annabeth telling her once how she felt almost left out that she was the only one without super magic powers. She reassured Annabeth that she was the reason why nobody died and that it should be considered a super power.
She had heard about how people had died in these situations. The room she and Jason shared was near the top and she had only travelled down about a floor down before it stopped. She knew that there were at least still five floors to go.
She let out a bitter laugh. What she really needed now was a mind that worked. Or a mechanic's brain.
Sniffing, she rested her head against the wall and looked upwards. Her luck had run out. She heard the faint whispers of a countdown in the back of her head. Death was right there. She swallowed. This was it, wasn't it. This was the end, she knew that now. It was inevitable. With a sigh, she accepted her fate.
Piper wiped her tears away and gave a strained smile. She knew no one would hear her, yet she wanted to say it. If this was going to be her last words, then so be it. She would use her very last breath if it meant she could utter the words. So with a broken whimper, she murmured to herself and to everyone, "I love you all. And I'm sorry."
There was an ear-splitting screech and she was free-falling.
Piper was gone.
AN - I think there was supposed to be a point to this, but I think I lost it… in the first sentence. I don't really know how this happened. One moment I was thinking about how the Seven have cool demigod powers, and the next second, I was wondering if everyone would survive in situations like this. I know it was probably unrealistic, but I wanted to write something like this…
Please review if you enjoyed it and point out any mistakes I may have made. Also, if you have a prompt, please feel free to leave them in a comment! Till next time, take care!