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I walked outside and took a sharp, cold breath. I watched the snow fall, one by one as I heard it crunch under my feet. School was finally over... for the week.
I started thinking. What if my mother hadn't died? What if I had stayed in San Francisco? What if my dad still loved me and wasn't abusive? What if I had never met Percy?
What if? What if? What if?
These were questions that I knew I would not ever find an answer to.
I felt some hands wrap around my waist, pulling me into into their warmth, and out my own thoughts. I let out a surprised gasp as he murmured into my ear, "Are you sure you aren't going to take me up on my offer?" His hands traveled down my sides, leaving a burning feeling. My body felt as if I were on fire.
His melting voice was burning with humor.
I struggled out of Percy's grip, involuntarily.
"STOP IT! I told you no and I'm not going to change my mind."
"You almost did," he said with a big smile on his face.
I felt the heat rush to my face and looked down. "I'm not going to fall for anything, Jackson."
"Maybe...but you will Chase."
"Is that a challenge?" I inched toward him, looking into his emerald-like eyes, which were sparkling in the sunlight.
He looked at me for a while, examining my face and then whispered, "God dang you're so sexy."
I scoffed, rolling my eyes and walked away.
But there was a part of me not wanting to.
I thought the weekends wouldn't ever come. I sat on my bed, facing the dull purple walls.
Nothing.
I always see nothing.
I have nothing in my life that I truly care about, a drunken abusive father, a dead mother, and to top it all off, a player who wants to mess with my head.
Grabbing my diary off my nightstand, I opened it and started reading it from when my mother was still alive.
I couldn't believe how small my troubles were back then.
They seem foolish, even stupid to write about.
I was flipping through the pages until I saw a drawing I made when I was in elementary school.
It was a two-story house, with every detail possible crammed onto the sheet of paper. I could remember that day so clearly...
"Mommy! Look what I drew in class today!" I skipped happily into our apartment kitchen.
My dad was trailing behind me, smiling at my accomplishment.
"Here's the pool, and the garden, and the living room, and the-" I trailed on and on.
Mother bent down and stroked my hair lightly.
"That's adorable Annabells."
"Mommy, I told you not to call me that!" I pouted.
I listened to her musical laugh echo throughout the whole apartment.
"Will you build that house for mommy and daddy? So we can all live in it someday?" She asked me.
"Of course! We will be one happy family." I concluded, embracing her tightly.
I let tears run down my cheeks as I recalled the happy memory. I opened the diary to a blank page and started writing.
"Dear Diary,
I haven't written in you for about 4 years. Let me catch you up. Mother has died. Matt is no longer a father to me. I've moved to five different places in the last year. Now I am in Stanford, Maine, where every day of my life is a drag. And it's all because of one person: Percy Jackson. He is dangerous, unpredictable, and reckless. And even though I know all this is true, I can't help myself from staying away. I know he will end up hurting me, because the more weaknesses I show, the more ways I can get hurt. It is truly sad is when you get hurt so often that you can finally say 'I'm used to it.'
No one should have to feel that way. But there is no one in my life anymore to guide me...
If only Mother was here. She would know what to do. She always did. Why does God have to take the best people out of my life? And replace them with ones that leave me in the dust-in complete darkness?
To leave me with nobody.
-Annabeth Chase."
The tears now, were like a river, flowing nonstop. I let out a shaky sigh.
Tears won't help you now, I told myself silently.
I got up and gathered my things.
I was going to see my mom.
I arrived at the cemetery when the sun was over the horizon.
I sat down by Mother's grave, which said 'Beloved mother and doctor. Christina Chase in our memories forever. 1976-2012.'
Laying the flowers down that she used to have in her garden everyday, I sighed heavily, thinking of the little time we had together.
Touching the grave lightly, I pulled back right away, as if I were scared I'd be disturbing her sleep.
"I miss you so much. Please tell me what to do." I whispered to the wind.
The wind started blowing harder, drying my tears. I looked in the direction it was blowing and I saw Percy Jackson, standing a couple yards from me.
He had a single rose in his hand, and placed it down on a grave.
Percy looked up, and our eyes locked.
Surprising me, he just gave me a little nod of his head and walked away.
After he left, I looked where he was standing. 'Mason Jackson. 1999-2010.'
My mouth dropped open, completely speechless.
I looked around for him, but he was gone, into the cloud of fog that surrounds this town too often.
I too, put one flower I still had on Mason's grave, and looked at the flower that Percy had laid down.
Percy is not what he seems to be. There's more to him than what he is putting off.
I was going to find out the truth about Percy Jackson, and nothing was going to stop me.
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