Annabeth's P.O.V

I felt enraged. Furious. I wanted to leave this place. The fury was welling inside me.

I felt angry at Percy, for being my boyfriend and not supporting me.

I was mad at Piper and Thalia for questioning my authority.

I felt resentment towards Leo and Jason for sleeping while I was having a crisis. I hurried up the stairs.

*Thump*

*Thump* This cottage was suffocating me. I wanted to leave. To go.

A sudden rush of mixed feeling welled in me. Rage mixed with anticipation. As well as anguish and desperation. I clenched my teeth to keep from screaming.

I reached the top of the stair and walked to the room that had been locked. I felt a feeling of gratitude when I realized it was unlocked. I barged in and locked it.

I dragged my feet over to the bed.

I sat on it.

It's soft and comfortable.

I sink in and closed my eyes.

*Dream*

I saw the cottage, atleast I thought it was. It was kept neat and tidy. A beautiful woman, with raven locks and smooth fair skin walked over tot he cottage. she looked around uncertainly. Rysa. She wore a shimmering silver dress. It billowed in the wind. She knocked on the door.

"Hello?" she called, her voice velvetty and soft. No response came. She unlocked the door and it opened with ease. Darkness stood infront.

"Anyone here?" she asked, taking a step forward. The darkness did not respond. She walked in. There was the same room, the living room except it was neat and had no dust. She walked over to the small window. She tore open the curtains. Light flooded the room. She took in a deep breath. Rysa walked around, taking a self tour of the cottage. It was quite different from what was here in reality. Neater and much less dustier.

It felt like months had passed. Rysa lay in bed when a clattering came from downstairs. She woke up and hurried downstairs. There stood Hades, looking terrifying and quite old fashioned.

"Who are you?" she demanded, his voice deep and intimidating. Rysa's eyes widened. She turned around and grabbed a nearby vase. She took it.

"Who are you? Don't make me hurt you.." she declared, looking frightened. Hades smirked.

"I so scared." then he dissapeared. Rysa peered around.

"Hmm." she mummbled. she yurned and there stood Hades, smirking maliciously. She screamed and threw the vase. He dodged it. It continued like that until finlly, she ran upstairs. She ran to her room. Locked the door. She found a peice of glass. Battering came from the otehr side of the door. Rysa looking so frightened.

"Don't come any closer!" she screamed. But Hades didn't comply. The door flew open. Rysa slashed her wrist and stabbed herself. In seconds she was beyond repair. Then it blacked out.

*End of Dream*

I woke up gasping for air. That was her story. Rysa's story.

I flew down the stairs, managing not to slip. Everyone looked up, bewlidered.

"What?" asked Thalia. I told them the story. They listened in silence.

"Well?" I asked. They shrugged.

"It's sad. But it's the past." commented Percy.

My blood boiled.

"That's all you have to say, after I commit suicide?"