I've been trying to upload for a WEEK and FF wouldn't let me! NYAAAAAH!
What's worse is I left you guys on a cliffhanger right before FF malfunctioned! I'm SO SORRY!
Also, I KNOW its short but I have very little time to write nowadays and I can't seem to write long chapters... It's out of my capability xD
Cockapoo: I HOPE MY EXPLANATION HELPED KEEP YOU SANE! xD
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GLN3: I'm sorry, it shall be explained (kind of) in this chappie :)
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NowayLrdOfShdows: Don't worry, I haven't forgotten about them! I just plan on adding them in later or as background since I REALLY suck at writing Tyson and I can't write Grover either... They're quite a difficult style to write in but I will try!
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Disclaimer: I own nothing except for the socks on my ears and the earmuffs on my feet xD
The first thought that goes through my mind: I'm alive.
The nightmare was so vivid that I can feel my skin still crawling, the blades of grass on my back, the knife to my throat and the weight on my chest.
I risk opening my eyes and the first thing I see is Nico. His face looks more pale than usual and I can tell from his expression that he's worried. His dark eyes scan mine, looking for answers.
"You were screaming and I tried to wake you up but you wouldn't get up," he says, spilling word after word as if hoping to say them as fast as possible. "Nightmare?"
"Yeah," I croak.
"Get washed up and head to breakfast. There's only about half an hour anyways," he sighs. "We can talk there."
I watch as Nico steps out of Cabin 13, the soft clatter of his sword dragging on the ground fading as he goes.
I grab onto the headboard of my bunk bed, attempting to sit upright. Pain courses through my body, sending me right back down. I try once more, teeth gritted in pain, before finally getting to my feet.
In slow, painful steps, I make my way towards the bathroom. What I see in the mirror is a nightmare of its own.
I seem to have gone completely pale as if the blood had simply drained out of my veins. My clothing is so damp with sweat that attempting to peel it off has become a near impossible task. Although, somehow, I manage to make myself presentable before heading outside.
"You just seem to look more like hell each and every day," Clarisse snickers at me, stopping at the open door frame. "Need some help?"
"I'll let you know that I am fine, thank you very much!" I snap back. "And if you'll excuse me, I was just making my way to breakfast."
"Well I'm sorry if my truthfulness offended you, but you really do look like you've been through a hurricane," she smirks before leaving, her combat boots making a click-clack sound on the dark hardwood floors.
I step out of the cabin gingerly, still not trusting my balance. But somehow, I manage to drag myself to the dining pavilion and drop myself onto the bench next to Nico.
He slips a small, bright green post-it note into my hand, closing my fingers around it.
"We can't talk openly, someone will hear us. Just write it down."
What am I supposed to write down? I scribble quickly before tossing the note back.
He scribbles down a few words and passes the sheet back.
Your dream. What happened?
I knew he'd pry. I've never had an older brother but I've always seen them in movies. They seem to have a need to go through a younger sibling's privacy. Usually, in movies, they do it for the sake of person gain, blackmail or something. But Nico seems to do it for other reasons. He seems to truly care. He seems to actually want to help, for whatever reason. But it's just a nightmare. My nightmare. I don't want to bother him with my dumb little issues. And... I think I don't want to for other reasons too.
I don't remember, I write back.
He scans the sheet quickly before looking up. His eyes meet mine and I can tell that he doesn't believe me. I can tell in his eyes, that he's still worried. He's worried about me?
Tell me later, then, he writes back.
I still don't want to tell him, though. It's not that I don't trust him. It's just that I don't know what it means myself and I suppose I don't want him to attempt to understand it.
A murderer, a cold night and an owl. It just doesn't add up.
But I can't keep it to myself. I need to tell someone but I don't know who I can tell. I need someone who won't tell anyone and who won't jump to conclusions.
Annabeth.