Cursed: Annabeth Chase

Fixed

Lila Green.

That was her name. But it wasn't her name. She felt weird whenever people said it or even when she looked in a mirror. She just felt wrong. Like she was the wrong person. Like everything about her was off.

That's because it is.

Sometimes she felt like dying. This feeling was so overwhelming. It takes control of her and then her whole day turns bad. But it wasn't just that. She feels wrong in every way. The state she lives in feels wrong, the color of her hair feels wrong, the summer camp she goes to sometimes feels wrong.

Maybe it's wrong.

Maybe it is. That's why the second Lila turned 18, she was out. She moved from state to state looking for what feels right. She finally settled on New York. She didn't know why but something called her to that place.

Destiny?

No. Lila didn't believe in destiny. She did, however, believe in fate. Which is why she moved so suddenly. She didn't have any friends so it wasn't hard to tear herself away from Colorado. She hated that state but couldn't figure out why.

Because she was never meant to be there.

That could be a reason but, Lila hoped it was more then that. Maybe someone in New York needs her. She wandered the streets every day looking for what might have called her here. She felt connected to every part of the city.

But mostly the Empire State building.

Yes, that's true. She loved the building and she went there every day. But after 6 months she realized she wasn't the only one. A boy her age had been going there every day too. She wondered why.

The same reason as you?

No. Lila had talked to the boy. His name was Peter and he was the nicest person she had ever met. No way could he be dealing with the same thing. That feeling of wrongness had gotten smaller since her move but it was still there.

Maybe there's another reason for the decrease of the feeling?

Perhaps. Peter did help a lot. She had been feeling less broken and more..... Fixed.

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I fall out of bed with a large thump. Ugh. Why do I keep doing that? I stand up and get dressed. Today is an exciting day. Me and Peter are actually going to go inside the empire state building! I can't wait! I finish up and run towards the door.

Stop. Try the window.

I frown. Why would I do that? My apartment is on the 6th floor. I could die. I shrug it off and go through the door. I run down the stairs and out to the parking lot where my car sits. I throw my backpack into the backseat and climb inside. It's a cold winter afternoon so I put on my jacket. I turn the keys and press the gas. Nothing happens. Weird. I get out of the car stare at it. must be out of gas. I get out my phone to call a tow truck.

Push it. Push the car.

What? Why would I push my car? I'm not strong enough to do that. I call the tow truck company and start walking instead. I reach the building in no time and I immediately spot Peter. His brown hair makes him blend in but his blue backpack makes him stand out. I dig around my backpack and hand him a pen.

"Happy Birthday!" I exclaim. He looks at me puzzled then back at the pen. He takes it, clicks it, and imitates swinging a sword. I laugh. But I can't help but feel weird. Not the wrong weird but like how I felt when I moved here or when I met Peter. I feel... Right. Its like things are finally how fate wanted them to be.

We walk into the building and gasp. Its even better then the outside. We walk up to the desk and the guy there asks us what floor we need. I start to say 5th but something stops me. I glance at the floor. I've been in here before. But when?

600th. 600th floor. Say 600th!

"600th" Me and Peter say at the same time. We look at each other. What? Does..... Does he have the voice too? The one that tells you to do things you wouldn't dream of doing? Like jumping out windows or pushing cars. The guard clears his throat and asks us to say our full names.

"Lila Elizabeth Green" I say. Wait. That's not my middle name. My middle name is Margot. I know, ew. The guard writes it down before I can correct him. Peter goes next. His last name is Johnson. Huh? Peter Johnson. That feels familiar.

The guard hands us passes and we go to the elevator. I reach to press a button but it starts moving. I look at Peter, confused. He just shrugs. The elevator stops but the doors don't open. It starts to shake. I grab onto the railing and spot the hatch. I open it and see the wires holding us up being fried.

Climb up and grab onto the wires.

Should I do it? Here goes nothing. I let go and stumble to the hatch on the ceiling. I climb up and on top of the elevator. Peter follows, confused. I grab onto a wire and Peter does the same. The elevator creaks and falls beneath us. I look up and see the wires above us being fried too. What? I try to climb higher but lose my balance. My hands slip and I fall.

Annabeth Chase.

That's my name. I died. I chose rebirth. Percy died. He chose rebirth. Peter is Percy. I'm dying but everything is coming back. I remember everything about my old life. I look up and see Peter- Percy- staring down at me. He remembers too. I can see it in his eyes. I don't want to die. Not when my life was finally going great. Not when I finally remember. Not when I am finally fixed.

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I blink and sit up. I recognize the underworld and immediately grab 5 drachmas from my pocket. I run to the boat and climb on. I hand the human-like shape money and we go across the river. Just like last time my arms fill with stuff. Its the same stuff. And just like last time everything falls. But this time I don't catch the ring.

I get off and join the line. I see a door I didn't see before. Weird. I stay in the line though. I move up quickly and suddenly I'm standing in front of the doors. I push through them and everything goes like last time. Except for one thing. I get the Isles of the Blest. I accept and head through the first door. I'm handed a pamphlet and I step onto the moving sidewalk.

I go to my house first and don't come out. Not for days, not for months, and not for years. Not many people are here on the Island. Sometimes I stare out my window at Elysium. Its so happy. I wish I could be happy. I wish I could be fixed.

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I open up my door for the first time in years. I've been keeping track. It's been 10 years since I died for the second time. 10 years since I locked myself in my house. 10 years since I remembered. Isles of the Blest has no portal. I'm stuck here. I don't even know if Percy died yet.

I walk down the lonely road and out to the edge of the water. I plop down in the sand and look over at the portal. I wish I could jump through it. Be free. I watch as happy souls stumble through it. One of the souls catches my attention. Dark haired, green eyed, Percy Jackson.

"PERCY!!! PERCY!!!" I stand up and yell across the water. He notices right before he dunks his head and erases his memories. I cry tears of joy and jump up and down. He runs to the edge of the water and tries to swim across it. He gets bounced back. I try and I get bounced back.

I sink to my knees and pray to the gods. What have I done? I just want to be with the person I love. Why do they take that away from me? The portal keepers take Percy and drag him towards the portal. They don't even bother with wiping his memory before throwing him in.

I stand there. On the beach. Staring at the other side. I realize something. My life was never meant to be happy. I was born to be broken. I was born with a curse. I wasn't ever supposed to get better. I wasn't ever supposed to get fixed.

Hi! I don't like it as much as part one but whatever. I hope you enjoyed it. This one was again copy and pasted from my oneshot book so if you want to see it there I haven't deleted it.