A/N: Okay! This is super-duper short, but I felt guilty for making you all wait. So here is just a little something that will hopefully keep you satisfied. Read on; my friends! Xx

Annabeth's P.O.

A caged animal. That's how I felt. Like a freaking animal. Before I knew about the fence thing, I felt…free? No, that wasn't the right word. I felt like I could leave if I wanted too. Now I felt closed in, and annoyed. We were guests for Christ's sake! Well...forcefully taken guests. But what did it matter? Ugh, this was really pissing me off. I glanced sideways at Lacey. Oh man. Every time I looked at her I felt a tsunami of guilt surging through me. She looked sad and defeated, and that hurt me, but nowhere near how much it hurt to know that I did this to her. She was happy with her guy. Sure, he was probably a stinking git and I hated him. Heck, I didn't even know the guy and I wanted to kill him. Why? I asked myself. Because he was the reason I fought with the only friend I've had in about 6 years. Even after I heard Lacey's previous life…more like nightmare…I still couldn't stand her being happy. I wanted her to be. But I hated it. Because I knew I was messed up for life. I killed a man. I lost my sister. I was stabbed. I wished I didn't murder that bastard. But then I did. I wished my sister was still alive, but I didn't. I wanted to kill Percy Jackson, but if I killed him I knew I wouldn't be able to stop killing people. God, I disgusted myself. I hated myself. But nothing could change what happened to me. Nothing could change that. And for once in my life, I was sorta-kinda-maybe okay with it.

Lacey's P.O.

She was looking at me. Well, sort of. More like using her peripheral vision on me. Whatever she was doing to me, I pretended I didn't notice. It wasn't like I could talk to her. GODS no. I mean God. Why would I say Gods? I've always believed in God, singular. Anyway, I couldn't talk to her now. She had that look on her face. The I'm-contemplating-life-and-if-you-interrupt-me-I'll-punch-you face. Even the way she walked was different. More careful and uptight than usual. I sighed. I was so lame. So lame. What teenage girl analyses her friends movements and has a conversation in her head about it? Not a sane one. I was okay with being a bit crazy though. Yeah, it put people off and that was probably why I had no friends but whatever. I would find the right guy someday.

Jason. He was your right guy.

My heart constricted and my face crumpled as soon as his name resurfaced.

Shut up conscience.

But it honestly didn't matter anymore. It didn't matter if he was the right guy. I rushed it and ruined it. I was being unstable and stupid. I was impatient for love. I had an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired. But I was so afraid I'd miss the boat, I jumped too early and landed in the water. Now I was scarred for life. I had been under so long. My breath was running out. I was drowning, but I was alive. I finally surfaced, but I was messed up from lack of oxygen. That was what it felt like. I would probably never get another chance with him. Ever. And the disappointment, hopelessness and loneliness was killing me anyway.

I wasn't even near the water.

...? Well? I'm being honest here, okay? I actually like this. Did you? Xx