I sat up against the grey bricked wall of our prison cell. I played with the tattered and frayed edge of my ridiculous striped pants and thought about how much I wish I had my black leather jacket Percy, Annabeth, Grover, and Thalia had all pitched in to get m e for Christmas. Now it was probably either shredded to pieces, or burned to a crisp in some incinerator.

Percy was sitting next to me, not saying anything, which was usually strange, but now, not so much. Only a half an hour after our near-death experience Kelli came and she looked ravenous. Absolutely starving. Percy had only just begun to wake up then but when he saw Kelli walk into our cell with that look in her eye, he was wide-awake with fear. Last time Kelli had been with him, he had almost died. What happened next was horrifying. Especially since Percy had not been able to fight back at the fangs that pierced his skin. I couldn't help, I was too weak, and I felt so guilty. However, that was almost a month ago

Now, both of us are exhausted. Both psychically and mentally. I have been here for months now. I think about four, you can never really tell. I had been going through torture yeah, but I think the anxiety is worse. You never know if when you wake up you will be alive, or if you'll be in my father's realm. You do not know if the next day you'd be taken away by the over-grown zits or if you would just be marched back to your prison cell.

I do not know how much more I can take. How much more we can take. Sometimes I wonder if I should just give up, but I then do not know what I mean by that.

I want to eat something that is actually edible.

I want to sleep on a mattress.

I want my arm to be good again, not this useless extension dripping in pus and turning green like it is right now.

But most of all, I want to go home.

I don't know where that is. It might be Camp, it might be somewhere in New York, or D.C. All I know is I want to leave here and forget all about it. Make it disappear. That is when I made a decision. I turned to Percy, who had been staring blankly at the wall across from us for almost an hour. I tapped him on the shoulder.

"We're leaving." I whispered, not wanting to alert the guards.

Percy looked at me. His expression was blank, dead looking. He was pale from the almost daily feedings from Kelli, the beatings from the guards, from everything. He looked dead. But for a moment, just a moment, I thought I saw something flicker. Something that was like a tiny sliver of hope in a endless sea of dead.

He looked down and breathed in. He looked back up, he was determined.

"What's the plan?"

Hi. I know, kinda depressing, not to mention Percy is a bit OOC. But just imagine, for a month or so now, you've had a bloodthirsty beast sucking the life out of you almost every day, with nothing to look forward to, but being alive another day. But you have nothing to sleep on, you eat sludge, and your being held captive by the enemy.

See?

I'm not quite out of the woods yet, I been trying to type this for the past week and see how short it is?