Make it Happen

Chapter 9

Percy saw a strange light far ahead. Disoriented, he stumbled toward it, falling thrice. Nevertheless, his consciousness reached it and, with a scream and a yell, he was sucked into the (extremely bright) ball of blazing fire.
Everything hurt. Blinking, he saw the sterile white walls of a hospital ward. His body ached, head pounding, muscles sore and cramped. Turning his head, he noticed an IV, attached to his arm. Flinching, Percy frantically tried to get rid of it. It reminded him too much of his memories...
White bed, IV steadily dripping, a frail man in the bed. No, Percy shook off the memory. He couldn't think about that right now.
He made a mental list of priorities. Annabeth was the first one. He had to let Annabeth know he was okay now. Then what? His leg was in a cast, so he sure wouldn't be getting out of the hospital soon, especially after the car accident. The accident... Tires screeching, a dark shape hurtling toward him, pain everywhere... Once again, Percy fell asleep; as always, he was plagued by nightmares.

Hazel and Frank stood on a bridge, overlooking the nearest pond. There was an empty ceramic jar tucked under his arm, and for once, Frank felt at peace. It was a cold day, but he felt more right than he had felt in the year after his mother's death. Frank watched Emily Zhang's ashes float away, dispersing into the windy air. He knew it was what his mother would've wanted him to do, instead of being locked up in the family mausoleum. This park was where his mom met his father. It was where all the "magic" had begun.
And now he was here with Hazel, whose golden eyes studied him in a contemplative way. It had been hard for him to let go completely, but with some help from Hazel, Frank had uncorked the jar and let the ashes loose. It was exactly one year after his mother's death, and Frank felt finally at peace.

Jason was exhausted. His boss had made him work overtime, and offered a measly $15 for the four extra hours he'd worked. Four hours that he could've spent with Piper. Four hours of his life that he'd never get back, all for the family he didn't have any more.
Thalia would come and visit sometimes, but always when their mother was asleep. Only the gods would know what would happen if the two women met face-to-face. Probably an argument involving lots of shouting, yelling, and maybe even physical blows. It was something he wouldn't want to be included in.

Piper felt extremely guilty. The media had found out about her and Jason, and her (previously private) email was blowing up with messages from fangirls, fanboys, and other people who either approved or disapproved. No doubt about it, the cat was out of the bag. Good thing Jason didn't have an email. It was one of the times she felt like screaming at the world, letting her rage out on all the people who were nearby.
She felt like blowing up Earth. With some effort, she pushed down the anger and locked it away for a later date. Picking up her phone, Piper dialed Jason's number, and was answered with voicemail for the fifth time that day. She understood that Jason was working overtime, trying to get the last of the money needed to pay off their debts, but Piper secretly wished that he'd spend more time with her. Whenever her mind brought it up, Piper instantly felt guilty that she could've thought of such a thing. Nevertheless, she constantly daydreamed about the day that Jason would finally quit his job and spend his free time with her. She would wait for that one day, when Jason quit his waitering, which was probably too far away to count.

A/N: Whale. I updated. *mindblown*
Ik, ik. It's bad. But I can't think of anything better, and I'm exhausted. I've had a really really really really really bad day, and I can't do anything about it. What's done is done.
If you're that stalker who wants to know more, PM me and I might answer your "pressing" questions... MAYBE.

Anywho, see you guys in da next chapter!

-SiLena