It's Not Cinderella (percabeth)

chapter thirty six

sorry im such an idiot i haven't updated for 2 MONTHS and there are actually some people that want to read my story and im being stupid so sorry... but also i think most people understand what's going on here, but if you dont just tell me and i'll make like a mini chapter explaining the plot idek. whatevers... you guys deserve me to update more but hey

KAY go read now. PROMISE i'll update soon. Like before a week. 

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Percy's POV-

Oh. My. Gods.

What could have happened?

I've been thinking about it for the past hour while we rode in silence.

First, we all think she's dead for a year, then she's here, then she remembers, then she doesn't.

Whatever this is, it's my fault. I should have protected her. I should have saved her. I promised her that, I promised Annabeth I wouldn't let her get away from me again.

I stare at her while she sleeps. Call me a creep.

Her hair is in a different style than she usually wore it, it's layered and has a shorter section in the front.

I don't like it.

She used to have it long and without layers. It was always in a ponytail, but I loved when she wore it down. She looked so beautiful.

Not now. She's beautiful, but she's different now.

Everything about her is different. I don't even know what could have happened, it's not like her memmory was erased like mine was, becasue she knows our names. Annabeth also seems to know other stuff, but not the right other stuff. That's the confusing part. It's not like when you forget something you're supposed to remember something else instead. She does.

The clouds are heavy and dark.

"It's probably about to rain." i commented quietly.

"No shit, dumbass," Thalia grumbles from the driver's seat, gripping the stearing wheel with white knuckles. She was going about 30 over the speed limit. Mad driving, great.

"Please be carefu-" Grover's whisper is cut short.

"I DON'T NEED TO BE FUCKING CAREFUL, IT'S NOT LIKE IT MATTERS ANYMORE! WHO CARES? HONESTLY, I DONT, SO YOU GUYS BETTER JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME!" Tears were streaming down her face when she finished.

Everyone looked at her in awe. No one had ever seen Thalia cry. 

I stared at her and silently hoped she'd stop the car, for Grover's sake. Like she said, it didn't really matter anymore. At least to me it didn't. My whole world was gone. 

The rest of the trip was filled with tense glances and a deafening silence. 

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We were just pulling up at the camp border. There was a storm could overhead, but like always, it parted aroud Camp Half-Blood. 

We walked in silence as we entered through the border. Only a few people were out training, some of the newer campers. They had only hear stories about Annabeth, the Annabeth Chase. Everyone who wasn't here when she was knew her as the hero of pretty much everything, who died and left Percy Jackson, the Percy Jackson, in the depths of sadness. They say I haven't been the same since. 

I'm not sure. 

I looked over at her, Annabeth, half expecting her to be standing tall and confident, a smile on her face, like she used to. To say the least, she wasn't. She was slouched, her hair was down and messy, and her eyes looked shallow.