Tyrant King - A Percy Jackson FanFic

Chapter 28

Percy didn't show up at breakfast. Nor did he appear at lunch. When it was time for dinner, Annabeth carried his food to his room, hoping she wouldn't find him burning himself again. She knocked thrice. 
"Who is it?" Percy's voice called. It sounded okay...
"It's Annabeth!" she called out, "I brought you dinner!"
When he didn't answer, she thought he was just going to ignore her. But then the door swung open, and Percy stepped into the light, looking very dishevelled. His hair was a mess, and he was still in his clothes from yesterday, though his shirt had been untucked and he wasn't wearing any shoes.
"Can I come in?" Annabeth asked. Percy reluctantly stepped aside.
"Holy gods!" Annabeth exclaimed. The room looked like a dump. Pillows had been thrown all over the place. Porcelain vases had been smashed and lay on the floor. Cupboards were overturned and clothing strewn all over the place.
"Did a hurricane erupt in your room?" Annabeth asked. Percy ran a hand through his dishevelled hair, "No."
She whirled on him, "We need to talk."
"I'm fine, Annabeth!"
"No you're not!" she hissed, "You say your fine, but this?"
She gestured around his room, "This proves that you are not fine!"
He sighed, "Just give me dinner and leave."
"No," Annabeth said, "Not until you have talked."
His eyes flashed dangerously, "Leave Annabeth!"
She walked further into the room, "I'm not leaving."
He stormed towards her, his eyes actually glowing, "I SAID LEAVE!"
Annabeth did not back down. She glared into Percy's eyes, "I said no!"
He backed down, surprised. He obviously had expected her to be afraid. Annabeth had long since realised he wouldn't hurt her if he could help it. 
"Did you sleep last night?" Annabeth asked. Percy grimaced, "No."
Gods didn't really need sleep, but Annabeth could see the  dark circles under Percy's eyes. Annabeth grabbed Percy's hands, gently, and led him over to the bed. They both sat, and Annabeth pleaded, "Talk to me."
So he did. He told her about Ares whipping him. He told her about falling into Tartarus and meeting Kelli. He told her about the house that Gaea kept him in, and the extensive and horrible training she forced him to do. He told her about Gaea's big plan and why he didn't wake her. He told her about how loyal and kind Kelli had been. He told her about meeting Leah. He told her about coming back to earth and killing Zeus. He told her everything. 
But most importantly, he told her about the flashbacks. Every single one. How they made him feel sick, how they made him hate himself. He said everything in a hushed tone, so that she could barely hear him. When he was done, tears were rolling steadily down his cheeks, and Annabeth pulled him in for a hug. He let himself be pulled into the embrace, clinging to Annabeth as if she were the last thing left on the earth. She gently rubbed his back, vowing that she would do everything in her power to save him from the horrors of the earth. She would make the prophecy unknown.
The Owl shall come to stop the Sea.
No.
The Owl shall come to save the Sea.
Slowly, his shaking and quiet sobs stopped, and he pulled out from Annabeth's arms.
"Thank you," he said. She smiled softly, "I'll send someone to clean up this mess."
He nodded, and she stood, walking out the door.