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Epilogue

"Hello, how can I help you?" the woman at the front desk of the insane asylum asked in a really bored tone as she filled out paper work.

"Hello, I'm here to see Annabeth Chase?" I asked.

"Who are you in relation to her?" she looked up at me finally.

"The victim."

She was silent for a minute. Then, she spoke into the small microphone on her desk and said, "Annabeth Chase to room B19." Then she turned to me and said, "Alright, come this way."

She stepped out from behind the desk and led me through a large, complex building. There were so many hallways with so many different crazy people locked up inside here.

She led me to a room labeled B-19, and then she opened the door for me. "Just sit on the stool. And wait. Annabeth will be on the other side of the glass shortly. When you're done, just knock on the door and I'll let you out. Okay?"

I nodded. "Okay."

I stepped inside and she closed the door behind me.

It landed in its place with a loud click and I heard it lock.

It was a simple steal room. In front of me was a metal half wall with a stool in front of it.

On top of the half wall was the rest of the wall in glass.

There were little holes in the glass so that we could speak to each other.

There was a stool in front of the wall.

I sat down on it and waited for about two seconds before the door on the other side busted open and two nurses dragged Annabeth into the room.

They sat her down in the chair on the other side of the wall, then ran out and closed the door.

"Hi, Annabeth," I started.

She looked really sad.

"How are you feeling?" I asked her.

"Like an idiot," she whispered.

"Why?"

"Because I should have shot you first," she replied.

That was pleasant.

"And because I let my mom talk me into this whole thing in the first place."

I froze. "Annabeth, you're mom's dead."

"She was inside my head. Talking to me. Guiding me. You wanted to kill me. I had to fight back. I wasn't going to sit on the sidelines and die."

Knowing that was crazy helped everything she said make a little more sense.

"Annabeth, I never wanted to kill you-" I started, but she cut in with, "You know, what kind of boyfriend are you, anyway?"

"What?" I asked.

"You just go around, being mean to me, sleeping with other girls, and then when I sleep with another boy, you go on a serious rampage and try to kill us both. I mean, what the hell?"

She was talking about all of this like it was a normal situation, like I had bought a car she'd told me she wanted or something small like that.

Not a bunch of dead bodies.

"Annabeth, you're the one that shot and killed him," I said. "I didn't hurt Luke. I didn't want to."

"I mean, I tried to save him. And then when I came to do my thing here, he followed me, and then he tried to stop me, which left me with no choice but to shot him, you know what I'm saying? And then Rachel had to die, because if me other lover, you know, besides you, was dead, then yours definitely should be, I mean, where would the fairness be in that?" she continued to rant like it was an everyday thing.

She was off her rocker in a special way.

"Percy?" she asked.

"Yeah?" I replied.

"Why did you leave me?" she whispered.

"I fell in love with someone else. I'm sorry I hurt you," I replied. "I was just upset."

She nodded. "Well, I'm sorry you were jealous, but you started it."

I sighed. There was no getting through to her. None. Whatsoever.

I stood up. "It was nice seeing you again, Annabeth."

"You're leaving now," she said.

I nodded. "Yeah."

"Okay. Bye. Are you gonna come visit me again?" she asked.

I thought about it. I really did. She looked beautiful. The same blonde hair I remembered.

Her eyes were the same color.

But they looked…empty now.

"Yeah. I will," I replied. "I promise."

I walked to the metal door, knocked a few times, and the nurse opened the door for me.

She walked me to the door, and I said my goodbyes. I told her I would probably be back next week. And the week after.

"Alright," she replied. "Good luck with your life."

"Thanks. You too," I replied.

And I opened the door and walked away.

Annabeth was still in there somewhere. I had caused this. I know I had. There was no denying it, and there was no getting around it.

I was going to help her. In anyway I can.

I'm sorry, Annabeth.

I hope you guys liked the way it ended, and I hope you all don't hate me for the way it ended. :)

Thanks for Reading, thank Rick Riordan for the character names, and finally, thank YOU GUYS for being epic enough to continue reading this slightly twisted story!

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~Kimmie G914, Daughter of Poseidon, Author-to-be