Sorry for the crazy frustrated review (of my own story), but FanFiction wouldn't upload my second chapter and it drove me up the wall.

January 30

Doctor's Note

Reyna's condition seems to be deteriorating. Since her back slide at the Berkley hills, she has transitioned from isolation to unpredictable anger. It is recommended that everyone stay away from her, and that we just let her emotions run their course. Again, I feel it would be beneficial to all of us for Reyna to temporarily vacate her position.

Dr. Marcelo

January 31

"OCTAVIAN!"

"IT'S TRUE!"

"YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT HIM! NOTHING!"

"REYNA! CONTROLL YOURSELF!"

Octavian and Reyna were standing on opposite sides of the council table, their faces red and breathing hard. The rest of the people crowded around the table were absolutely silent.

"You, Octavian, are an idiot." Reyna's voice was low and dangerous, anger barely masked. Any normal person would have run and hid, but Octavian stood with his arms crossed, a slightly amused smile on his face. "You DARE come in here and tell me to elect another praetor to REPLACE Jason? Oh, yes, and at the same time there are no more search parties because 'if he hasn't already died he would have come back, and if he doesn't want to come back we should LET HIM BE!'" Her voice was now back at its original volume. "You say you know what I'm feeling. You don't. You've never even lost a MEAL, let alone a FRIEND! Oh, that's right, you can't, YOU DON'T HAVE ANY!"

The whole table sucked in a breath. Octavian sat in silence for a full minute, regaining his dignity while Reyna stared at him, breathing heavily. Finally, he said, "I, unlike you, know the meaning of the phrase 'self-control'. Now, I know you and Jason may have had a romantic relationship, but that's no reason to…"

"SMACK!" Octavian's head snapped back as Reyna's hand struck his cheek. "He was my friend," Reyna growled. She stalked off to her room, pausing only to yell, "Meeting adjourned," over her shoulder.

February 1

I have realized that isolating myself from other people is not helping to find Jason. In fact, it is hurting those efforts. In my absence, Octavian had discontinued all search efforts, saying there is no use in them, and they are 'wasting resources'. He has poisoned the minds of the legion against me, and yesterday I snapped. He was talking about how Jason was a great hero, but he wasn't coming back and we should have a funeral and give him the respect and honor that we give all of the dead. I suppose he will use my anger against me and say that I am no longer stable, and while that is probably true, I can control myself. Except when I'm around Octavian. It is so hard seeing all of what Jason has done and knowing that people have written him off, as if he were a neighbor that they only had seen once, and not the wonderful person he was. The wonderful person he is.

Reyna

February 2

As soon as I approached the door, I knew that something was wrong. There were muffled banging sounds and screaming and cursing, which finally led to the sounds of soft crying. I walked into the room, unsure of what to do.

"GET OUT!" she screeched as soon as she saw me. She tried to block my view of the mess, but it was too late.

"Reyna," I breathed, "What have you done?" The whole room was a wreak. Shattered glass was strewn across the floor, chairs and desks were overturned, clothes had been ripped out of their bureau and tossed about the room. But the worst part was the papers. Reyna's filing system was her pride and joy. Every paper was saved and filed, completely neat and organized. The filing cabinet had been overturned, spilling every paper out onto the floor. The mess would take days to clean up. I went down to sit next to her.

"Cassandra, he'll use this against me, won't he. This is so large… I can't hide this from him like I hid my scars," she said. Of course she would. This job was her first priority, which would make her news even harder. But with Reyna in this state, it might not be safe to tell her… But she had to. She owed it to Reyna, the sane one, that is.

"Actually… he already is," I said. She stared at me blankly. "He's already using your behavior against you. There is a council meeting going on right now to decide what to do with you…" She was out the door before I could finish talking.

"Reyna, wait! You're not in your right mind, you'll make it worse!" I cried, desperately trying to make her understand.

"They will NOT have a meeting about me WITHOUT ME!" Reyna hissed, and stalked off towards New Rome.

February 3

Jason,

I am on probation. That basically means that I will stay in the praetor cabin and have the same privileges, but I will not have any of the usual duties that accompany them. Octavian wanted me to renounce the position entirely, but I have enough people on my side to keep the position. I would have probably gotten off entirely, seeing as that Octavian has been slapped by me several times in the past, and my isolation was not harming anybody. But I just HAD to but into that meeting and start screeching at Octavian. He used it as an 'example of my erratic behavior', and then he found out about the mess in my room. That was the last straw. He said my anger could be harmful to other people, that I wasn't safe. The problem is that I don't think I'm safe to be around either. What happens when you can't trust yourself? Octavian just makes me mad, and without you to keep me in check, I go crazy. It also isn't a good thing that you left me without a single word. I'm moving into your room while mine is being fixed. When I first stepped into it, I realized just how much I missed you. I'm not even too proud to admit that I cried like a baby for over an hour. I just haven't gotten over you yet.

Reyna

February 4

Flashback, January 14

I had to do it tonight. It had been so long and neither of us knew exactly where we stood, and I wanted to fix it. I knew it had been long enough that I wouldn't be rejected; we'd even kissed before, even if it was just a quick peck for luck. But you meant so much to me, and I knew I meant the same too you. At least, I hoped I did.

I planned to do it at dinner. There would be no one else at the praetor's table. It would be the perfect time to ask you.

I had it all laid out; the exact words and tone I would use to ask you. I hoped I would come off as sounding flirtatious, but not overly interested or 'stalkerish'. In my dreams, you would say yes, and then lean in for a long romantic kiss.

Then, you didn't show up for dinner. And you weren't in your cabins, or anywhere on camp grounds. I was worried for you, all hopes of asking you out gone. I was focused entirely on finding you. But truly, I was heartbroken. What would have happened? What would have happened if one boy hadn't gone missing? If one girl had the nerve to ask earlier?

February 5

Jason

Last night I dreamt about the night you went missing. It was such a simple question that I wanted to ask you. A simple answer. And yet it still means so much to me, that I will never get a yes or a no.

Tonight was the night of the dance I was going to ask you to. I went to it; Cassandra made me. She said I had to socialize more. Had she known what this dance meant to me, she wouldn't have made me go. But she did, and now I wonder what would have happened if you had come with me. We would have slow danced, even to the fast songs. I would be caught up in your eyes, and the night would have been perfect. But you didn't, and it wasn't.

It seems so silly to me, when I think about it rationally. All that is keeping me hung up on you is a single question. One that, if you had said no to, would have broken my heart, but it would have still been easier to fix than mine is right now. I'm supposed to talk to you as if you were right next to me, so here it goes. Jason, will you go to the dance with me?

Reyna

Yeah! I hope to update this every day. It's only going to be 3 more chapters and an epilogue, so I may just forsake some of my other stories for a while and finish this. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW! Thank you!