AN: Hey, just to let you know there is some swearing in this chapter. Thanks; please R&R
After I gave the bastard what he deserved, the police came snooping around. They had no idea what they were doing; rookies. I didn't want to get in more trouble though; so I went along with their stupid little act. They took me to this Juvenile Correctional camp, and here I am now. The teenagers here are disgusting. Like pigs crossed with a walrus. They rape the other girls, and steal everyone else's meals, and steal your blankets.
Once, a guy who was mentally retarded came up to me and starts putting his grotty hand up my shirt. I stomped on his foot, punched hard in the mouth, and kicked him so hard in the balls that his mamma could hear his screams all the way from whatever worthless house he lived in. If he had a house. He had four broken toes, a dislocated ankle, a fracture jaw, severe bruising on the cheek, and was never able to reproduce again. Idiot.
I hate them all. Except for Lace. She is so innocent and such a daring, she could've been born in a time where unicorns pranced across the earth and fairies were so popular they outnumbered the amounts of immigrants on boats today. She doesn't belong here. She was caught stealing a bread roll from her neighbour's yard; she was going to give it to the homeless kid on the street the next day.
Just to let you know, I don't make friends easy. I'm not saying that I gossiped all of my pretty little secrets away; we just look out for each other. So I'm sitting here, at the edge of the camp, counting the barbs on the fence, reminding myself about him. I still can't wrap my mind around that he left me. My brain tries to analyse all the possible reasons why. I loved him, and he loved me. For SEVEN years.
And then he tried to kill me. I can still remember the feel of the knife in my stomach, missing all my vital organs, but painful. But not as painful as the look in his eyes, he looked as if he was the one who had been stabbed; his beautiful sea-green eyes that never failed to reduce me to a quivering mass of hormones, as if trying to speak to me, trying to say something. He ran, and he never looked back. After he left me, shivering on the beach, the waves of the ocean slowly drenching me, giving me hypothermia, I knew I was going to kill him.
But to kill him, I needed to stay walking on this earth. To kill him, I needed to forget how amazing he was. How he brought me flowers, when I overreacted, and he always apologised, making up a ridiculous excuse putting him in the wrong that always made me laugh. And the way we snuggled at night, him holding me like I was a specimen, and he was never letting go, my head on his chest, our legs a blissfully tangled mess. The way he always surprised me and took me for moonlit walks, romantic dinners and midnight swims. He was a phenomenal swimmer. And the way….No. Stop. You are going to kill him. You are going to forget all those things. You are going to forget him.
In the present…
"Awww. Look at that. Poor Bethy is such a loner!"
I ignore them. Stupid boys. They had no idea how to get to me; how to make me cry. I mean loner; really?
"No one cares about her. No one even loves her."
Breathe in, breathe out. In and out. You're leaving here in 13 hours Annabeth. Pull yourself together. He doesn't know what you've been through, he doesn't know about Percy. Can he?
"I bet you don't have a boyfriend either; you probably left him because you can't be in a stable relationship!"
The ropes holding me down didn't snap, they didn't break, they exploded. I stormed up to him. I was beyond rage, I was beyond feeling. I grabbed the boy, Jake, I think, by the collar and smashed him up against a wall, nearly disintegrating his bones by the pressure I was putting on him. I pushed up higher, until I was holding up above my head, with one hand. The group of the boys he was with just stood there; in shock. Surprise, surprise.
"Look who else has no friends you worthless bastard." I screamed.
He looked at me, and I saw the horror in his eyes.
"Awww, is your inner self showing itself?" I questioned. He looked confused.
"Because I can see the scared little boy in your eyes. Oh, and I think he is wetting his pants too."
I leaned in close, so my mouth was tickling at his ear. I whispered, loud enough that he could hear, but everyone else was kept in the dark. "Don't you ever, ever say that again. I didn't leave him, he left me. Think you've been through some shit? Think again. My boyfriend stabbed me in the guts with a knife. My sister was attacked and had her heart cut out. Want to know why I'm in this stupid camp? I tracked down a man for four years. I lived on the streets, and devoted all my time to finding and killing him. I found him, and I tortured him. I pulled off his nails and severed all his limbs. I burned him with man-made fire. He died a painful death. All because he pissed me off. And guess what, you're really starting to really piss me off." I left the threat hanging; and I swear, when I pulled away to study his face, he could've fainted there and then; if I had not still been holding him against the wall. I slammed him against the ground and leaned down to his face. He was trembling.
"Do you understand me?" I said softly.
"I said, DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?" I bellowed.
"Y-yes."
I turned my back and walked away. For some reason I don't think they will be bothering me again.
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