Earthshaker (Percy Jackson Fanfiction)

I Make My Parents Cry

Am I dead?
Is this what you're supposed to feel when you're dead? I feel like I had been drifting for days.
Drifting...Asphodel? Am I really dead?
Uncle Leo said it hurt being dead. I'm not hurting. I'm just...here.
But here, where?
I don't exactly know. I wish I knew. It sucks wherever 'here' is.

Now, I can feel it.
Something, someone is sucking my mind, body and soul back.
I can feel it, pulling me, and I can't resist not moving.
If it was dragging me to death, I'm doomed. I hope it's the opposite.

Light.
The light is blinding.

"Diana!"

A set of arms wrapped around me. Then a warm breath against my neck.

"Dad?" I croaked. My throat dried and parting. "Dad," I muttered again. At least I hoped it was my dad.
There was sound, when I opened my mouth. It was terrible, but there is sound.

"Diana! Oh, my baby are you okay?" He said.

I'm not sure who it is. I couldn't see anything. The light is so bright and everything else is white- it's hard to make up my surroundings.
I blinked, hard and fast; nothing.

Did I get blinded?

I blinked some more, and then there they were.
About a dozen pair of eyes, all staring intently, surrounding me.
Then mine darted to the sea-green pair closest to me.

"Dad," I groaned.

I heard sniffling.

"Yeah?"

"I-I can't breathe," I said.

Everyone pulled away, and then uncle Will emerged from the middle of the crowd. I thought it was him, because of his golden blond hair.

"See? She's fine. You all can leave her to me." He said, then I heard argument.

"Diana, how are you feeling?" I looked up at dad who had bloodshot eyes.

He'd been crying, which broke my heart. How could I have dared to make him cry?
Was I really dead? How long have I been out?

"Dead," I answered. I closed my eyes for a second and then he laughed.

"I know how that feels," he smiled and turned his head away and then back at me.

"Honey."

Mom. It's mom.

She stood next to dad, looked down at me, and gently held my hand.

"You're back," she said with a cracked voice. "My baby, you're back."

I inhaled, and my chest felt heavier trying to exhale.
They'd both been crying. What happened to me? How could I have caused so much sadness?

"What did I do?" I asked, my voice sounding hoarse.

"Something your dad would," she answered, teary-eyed and all.

"Alright! She's awake. Everyone back to what they were doing. Di's back, go tell a friend." Uncle Will announced, pushing all the people at the edge of my bed out through a brown set of double-doors.

"You know what, I think you both should get some sleep." Uncle Will told my parents, who are both still looking at me with teary eyes and smiles.

"Annabeth, you go rest for a while. I'll stay." Dad muttered.
His hand was still cupping my mine.

"No, Percy. You need it more."

"Okay look," Uncle Will cleared his throat. "You both need it really badly. I'm a doctor and the color of your skin is not so good. I know you've both survived even harder things, but a week of improper sleep can and will kill you if you both just rely on ambrosia. I mean, you're both still part human."