Annabeth/Rysa's P.O.V

The lights were off. I blinked once. Then twice. I expected my vision to clear up and adjust to the darkenss, but it didn't.

I was in a room. Alone.

I got up and kept my back on the wall, shifting around making sure to not fall. I had gone pretty far till I hit a box.

Or atleast I thought it was one, until I used my hands and realized it was a dresser.

I was in my room. I meant Rysa's.

Or was it me.

I suddenly felt hysterical. Who was I?

I let out a crazed laugh. This was my room, I decided.

Where I stayed, where I lived, where I died. Rage pent up inside me. Why would they let me die? Why wouldn't they bring me back? It was their fault!

"Why?" I croaked. A sob got stuck in my throat. I fell on the ground and my elbow scraped the corner of the dresser.

I cried out in pain.

"Help me!" I cried out.

"Please!" No repsonse came. They're gonna kill me, I thought. My feeling suddenly changed. I felt anger. I have to save myself, because no one else will, I thought. My elbow stung, but I ignored it.

"AAAAAAAHHH!" I wailed. I gripped the lamp on the dresser. I took a deep breath. Pulling my arm, I swung. The lamp flew and smashed again the wall.

The door swung open with a creak. A figure stood by the door.

"You.." I growled.

"You shouldn't have come back.." the figure said. His voice radiating through out the room.

"I was always here!" I snarled.

"It was me, but I tried to help you." the figure explained, his voice filled with pain.

"You could have done a lot more, but you didn't.." I said, my voice dangerously quiet.

"You have to understand, I have to follow rules." I stayed silent.

"So, I'm telling you to leave. Leave her." I laughed, uncontrollably.

"This is your last chance." said the figure. I felt a smile on my face, a vicious evil smile. I liked it. I sat down on the floor cross legged and looked up at the figure.

"You can't control me. Not anymore." Then came the sound of humming. Low and throaty, a song that I'd heard. But couldn't remember.

"Stop humming..." I growled. No response came.

"STOP!" I screeched.

"Its you, Rysa." said the figure.

No it wasn't.

Atleast I didn't think it was.

"Come with me Rysa. Leave this place." The figure said, his voice full of yearning. Guilt.

"No." I said.

"Come, Rysa. This is best." The voice came out, this time more firm.

"NO!" I wailed.

"Never!" I feel my body filling up with anger.

"Please?" pleaded the voice. It was filled with so much pain, that I hesistaed. Moments passed and I didn't realize that I was crying till a tear fell on me hands, which lay tied in my lap.

"I...can't." My voice was scratchy. I heard the figure gulp. And breath out. It took a step forward.

"Rysa. Come with me. I'll help you. You can live happily." That anger, that I had been trying so hard to hold in, burst.

"Go to hell!" I screamed. The figure took a step back.

"Go. To. Hell." I yelled. The figure slouched. Then he disappeared and the door closed. But not before I heard him mutter.

"I'll have to eventually." I felt like I had won.

Nobody could take me from this place.

Not even the god of the Underworld.

And he had just been here.

Good riddance, I thought, who needs Hades?

A.N: Short, I know.

Hope you liked this.

I tried to change it up a little.

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