[3] 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 ― p.jackson, l.valdez

016.

「016. broken music box」

BARBIE REMEMBERED her name. which was a good start. disjointed thoughts ran through her mind as she woke up in an unfamiliar place. things came back to her piece by piece. most memories weren't tampered with, thankfully. and sure, her voice was a bit sore now, but she was collecting herself. slowly but surely. she was being carried- they were moving. she remembered some things to do with percy. again, another plus side. but her mind was broken in some ways. she tried to recollect exactly when she'd met percy.

she remembered that, at least. most things were beginning to patch together as she continued to be carried by annabeth (or at least, judging by the blur of blond she'd seen when she'd opened her eyes slightly, she thought it was annabeth). she remembered hating him, she remembered- she had a crush on him. she used to, now that they were dating- well they were in love, weren't they?

saint helens... she'd been leaning in. or was it him? whatever happened- she remembered kissing him there. maybe the details weren't important, but she knew she kissed him. the thought made her mind sober up a bit. her back was stinging, a sort of numb pain that told her she might be hurting so much her body had just cut off the amount of pain she could register.

the underwater kiss. she remembered that too. honestly, she was quite happy with herself in that sense. she remembered some things, that was a good thing. car eyes. something like that- percy had called her that. good, this was good. it had been his birthday. she'd kissed him- and then... then they'd been carried to the canoe lake. yes, that's where the kiss had happened. they'd stayed under there for hours. a mix of talking and kissing being mingled in. she was pretty sure they'd sort of just agreed that they'd be dating each other under there.

percy going missing. barbie found this funny- for some reason. at least now she understood in some way how it felt like to be percy at that time. there were chunks of herself she was so sure she knew, but were discarded now. she was sure of the number of times she'd cried for the loss of somebody- but she had to dig deep to remember it was percy. it took her moments to remember her pitous cry in the aphrodite cabins bathtub, the stiff neck the next day.

the reunion. she remembered that. this was good. the argument. she remembered it. the falling into tartarus- hold on. she frowned to herself. familiar words of a tune she'd sang came into her mind. there was something missing there. the argument- surely they'd resolved it. but how? she didn't remember, her mind panicked. was this how percy felt? grappling and clawing at memories, picking at the crumbs of his mind trying to remember her? she had a handful, but her mind was disjointed, broken in some ways. her thoughts were littered everywhere.

continue, she said to herself, you can worry about what you don't remember after you try recount everything.

it was solid advice, that much was to be given to it all.

the quest- she'd been quite melancholic. after what she assumed was an apology, the two had been quite neutral. no screaming and shouting vehemently at each other, but there wasn't any kisses mixed in either. of course she knew percy didn't remember her at the time. she knew that. it seemed things were coming back quicker now. she would think for barely a second and the thoughts would come running into her palm.

annabeth's quest- they'd been at that cafe. her mother- a story book? she tried to remember the fable, bits and pieces came to her mind. she'd stored it in jerald. but since that was sort of out of question at this point, being in tartarus and all, there wasn't much she could do to help herself there. it was aggravating, really, not knowing everything about somebody she loved.