Meant to Be
Annabeth's POV
After my date with Percy, I was in the best mood I had ever been in. I couldn't stop grinning and it honestly was starting to make my face hurt.
When I got home I trotted up to my bedroom. I tossed my wallet onto my bed and walked over to the mirror. I gazed at myself in the mirror and realized that I needed to take a shower. I would've anyway, since the movie theater chairs are gross.
I took a short shower and got into my pajamas, which were fuzzy blue pants and a green tank top. I stood in front of my mirror and combed my hair and started to braid it.
I saw a sharp movement in the window from the reflection in the mirror. I turned but saw nothing. I figured it was just a squirrel or raccoon. Or even a stray cat. I continued to braid my hair. It happened again. This time I turned around faster but still didn't see anything.
I was really uneasy by this time and went over to the window to check it out. All I saw was black and a few white stars. The moon was orange. I opened my window and stuck my head out the window. A ladder was propped up on the side, next to my window.
My eyes followed up the ladder from the bottom until they rested on Rachel, who was perched on the top. "Hello." she said in a tone that made my skin prickle, "You probably remember me."
She placed a sneakered foot on the ledge of my window. "Mind if I come in?" she asked. She didn't wait for my response before climbing in.
"Pretty room." she admired, "Sad thing you might die in it." At this I was terrified. "Uh," I started, "What do you mean? I must have heard you wrong." She grinned mischievously. "Oh you heard me just fine." she reassured.
"You should leave, now." I tried to say as kind as I could. I didn't know what Rachel was capable of, but I hoped murder wasn't one. "Oh, no." Rachel chirped, "I like it right here." She reached into her black coat's pocket and pulled out a gun.
I gasped. What the hell did she want from me? "Rachel," I said, "I don't exactly know what I did to upset you, but I'm sure we can resolve it with words." Rachel just shook her head. "That won't be necessary." she said while fiddling with the gun, "And you know exactly what you did."
She aimed the gun at my chest. "Rachel, please, don't." I begged, "What did I do wrong?" She gritted her teeth. "You know what you did!" she whispered, "You stole Percy right out of my hands. He was mine and you took him away!" She was yelling now, I hoped someone, anyone, would hear and come in to help me.
"I'll dump him." I promised, "I can fix what I did and you can have him again." She didn't say anything; she only continued to glare at me. "The damage is done." she stated, "You can't undo anything that happened. It's over. And for what you did, you'll have to die."
I closed my eyes and thought. There has to be some way out of this, I thought, what can I do to stop this? Then, it hit me full speed, right between the eyes. I snatched the hair tie I was going to use to tie my braid off my wrist and flung it right between Rachel's eyes. The gun fell to the floor and I grabbed it. The metal felt cold and powerful in my hand.
"I guess some things can change." I stated, "Also, everything that happens is meant to be. I guess you and Percy weren't." Rachel steamed. I swear to God, I could see her face turned bright red and steam pour from her ears.
Just as I thought I had won, and everything would work out fine, Rachel charged at me. She pushed me over and right out the window. I tried to grab the ladder that still lay on the side of the house but I missed and fell down two stories and into a bush. The gun flew from my hand during the fall and landed a good five yards from the bush I landed in.
Rachel stuck her head out the window and gazed down at me. She smirked and giggled. After that, she climbed down the ladder and walked over to the gun. She gingerly took it and pranced over to me, grinning like crazy the whole time. Wait, she was crazy.
She aimed the gun at my face. I was too worn out to move. My foot was stuck between two branches and my arms and hands were sore and bleeding. It felt like I had run two marathons and collapsed into a thorn bush.
I slowly picked up my hand and held it out in a 'stop' position. "Please, Rachel." I croaked, "You don't need to do this." She snickered, "Annabeth, dear." she soothed, "Just like you said, everything that happens is meant to be and well, I guess an early death for you is. Any last words?"
All I remember was a gunshot and then black.
A/N: Oh, a cliff hanger! So many questions to be answered! Sorry for the short length, I wanted it to end a cliffy. Please follow, rate, favorite and review! I love you all 3 Watch out for chapter 9 that will be here around 9/17 to 9/20!