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I snapped my eyes open, the sunlight flooding through the windows, and one thought came to my mind: I'm going to try to forget. I'm going to try to forget every moment, every kiss, every happy memory I had with Percy. Because there was no other choice. He may be out of the hospital today, but what could I do about it? He was gone, just like everyone else in my life. Matt, Mother, Percy, Jason... everyone in some point of my life walked out the door and hasn't returned.

I sat up, rubbed my eyes and let out a tired yawn. I haven't been able to sleep for a week. Last night, my body gave up and I passed out for a solid 10 hours. Thank goodness. I looked over at my clock I left on my drawer, but instead saw a steaming cup of my favorite coffee-vanilla. A note was hanging on the side of the cup, dangling from the side when I picked it up.

Enjoy.

~P

That's weird. Who could be 'P'? It couldn't be Percy. He wouldn't have come. He didn't care enough to. But who else could it be? Nobody else had the key to the house, besides Matt, and the key died with him.

Ignoring the side of my brain that told me this was a bad idea, I got ready for school anyway-brushing my teeth, combing my hair, putting on clothes, and taking a sip of the delicious coffee at the same time. I told myself that it didn't matter who came in. If they wanted to hurt me in any way, they would have done it already. I brushed off the questions, assuming it was just a stupid irrationality, and finished the rest of the coffee. I couldn't believe how amazing the flavors were-so rich and milky. It reminded me of the smell of my kitchen everyday when I got home when I was a kid. Mother would always drink her usual-a low fat vanilla coffee, and the marvelous fragrance would fill the whole house.

Slinging my backpack over my shoulders, I let out an exaggerated sigh. It was like my first day of school again. Self-conscious, and innocent, I had no idea what I was getting into back then.

Now looking into the mirror, and I see tattered, distressed young girl, who once had a family and friends that loved her as much as she did them. She once had dreams, dreams that were annihilated by the hardships of life. And she once has love, which was torn away from her.

She had dark circles under her once deep grey-now pain stricken-eyes staring back at her own reflection. Her stormy orbs were hard, almost begging for release. It hit me. She was trying to break free. She craved escape. Her soul was trapped. Raising one hand, she reached out to me. "Join me." She pleaded desperately.

I took a step back away from the girl, making my legs move. "NO!" I shrieked, tripping over my own feet and landed on my bed. I shook my head, massaging my temples in little circles, trying to calm myself down.

What is going on with me? Have I gotten to the point that I'm starting to hallucinate? Am I that broken?

Those were questions I was afraid I already knew the answer to.

Getting into Matt's old truck, I tightened my hand onto the steering wheel as I heard a song come on the radio.

I try so hard to fight it. But it's hopeless.
Hopeless. You're hopeless. Oh father, Please father. I'd love to leave you alone.
But I can't let you go. Oh father! Please father! Put the bottle down.
For the love of a daughter.

A tear slid down my cheek as I bit my inner cheek, trying not to cry.

"Annabeth..." I heard a strained voice cry.

Swinging my neck around, I saw Matt sitting in the passenger seat, his head bleeding immensely, his black eyes almost dead. "Help me." He whispered, one hand, dripping the sickening crimson red liquid, reaching out to touch me.

I screamed, slamming my foot on the break. Taking another look, the blood, and his body was gone. All that was left was an empty, haunted feeling. I sobbed quietly, putting my hand over my mouth, trying to calm my breathing before I was going to hyperventilate.

What's going on? Have I really gone crazy? I questioned myself, feeling my ragged breathing tremble through my whole body.

I stepped on it, speeding as fast as I could to the school. The sooner I was with civilization, the better it would be. Ducking down, I stormed into the school, stuffing my book bag into my locker. The school was a lot quieter than it should have been, and the lights were dimmer...or is that just me? I grabbed my books quickly, slamming my locker shut, and watching a single, sheet of notebook paper fall into the ground.

I hesitated before bending down to pick it up, but my curiosity got the best of me. The ominous crinkling of the paper was loud-louder than it should have been. The writing was sloppy, but too neat to be a boy's.

You worthless piece of junk! So what if your dad-or should I say Matt-died? You are just an attention hog, who cares about nobody but yourself. People like you are pathetic. Oh, and don't go bothering to tell anyone. As if they would care. I'm amazed you haven't started hallucinating about some people who actually care about you yet. Oh wait-maybe you already have.
~Percy.

I couldn't remember how to breath, I was so afraid. This was not Percy's writing. He didn't dot his 'i's like that. Someone was trying to frame Percy, and worse, they knew about my hallucinations. How was this possible? I started having them today. I haven't spoken to anyone today-excluding myself. Unless she or whoever was the one who caused this.

But why would anyone have a grudge against me? I barely go to school. And when I do, I don't say a word-besides Percy and Thalia.

I cringed when I heard the sound of what seemed like heavy footsteps trailing down the hallway-the clacking of the high heels hitting the marble-like floors. I could feel my heart beating so hard that it felt as if it would explode. I heard a rough voice ask, which I soon realized to be mine, "Is someone here?"

The clacking stopped immediately, which only made me more nervous. Feeling a little tap on my shoulder, I jumped my back slamming into the cold lockers. The sound of my back hitting the metal created a resounding metallic noise, which seemed to go on forever. I stared back into the horrid eyes of my math teacher, Mrs. Dodds. I have never been so happy to see someone I hate so much.

"Oh, Gosh, you scared me!" I exclaimed, finally being able to breathe.

She looked at me, her head cocked to one side, studying me like an animal trapped in a cage. And that's exactly what I felt like at the moment. Trapped. Her beady little eyes bored into my leaden one, which were slowly melting from her stare. One hand was behind her back, holding onto something tightly. Her arms were strained, and her hair was all over the place, some strands longer than others. It looked like a kindergartner had got a pair of safety scissors and started hacking at it.

I furrowed my eyebrows, the terror sinking in faster than I ever thought it could. "Is everything alright?" I asked, my voice trembling.

Faster than a mortal could, she stabbed the locker right next to my head. The adrenaline in my veins told me to move my head, and I realized I could read the Greek words written on the dagger.

'Blood and Honor.'

"Which one would you like to shed first?"She asked in a distorted voice and flashed her wicked smile.

I sputtered like an automobile, my mouth malfunctioning. I couldn't even get my feet to move. Mrs. Dodds stabbed me in the shoulder, and I fell onto the ground, crying out for some help, but no one came. It is as I was in another dimension than everyone else.

"NO! Leave me alone!" I screamed, the unbearable pain of the dagger digging into my flesh. I closed my eyes, waiting for the next impact, but it never came. When I had opened my eyes again, she was gone. My books were scattered all over the floor, just like they were two seconds ago, but the dagger was gone. All that was left was a disturbing feeling; it was the feeling of knowing whoever had planned to torture me was succeeding and there was nothing I could do about it.

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