Chapter 8

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Soo...I know I said that I wouldn't update for like 3 more days...but I want to, soo...
Jim POV-
I don't believe it.

Percy walked into school the next day.

Alive.

I had one thought going through my head, if the gods didn't kill him, I'll break him down until he wishes they did.

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Percy POV-
It had been two weeks sense Jim started 'bullying' me, and he's been doing it every day sense. To be honest, I don't care. He thinks that he's making an impact on me because, every day, I look worse. It's true, I'm getting worse. But not because of him. My nightmares are getting worse, I'm getting flashbacks more recently, it's getting really hard to continue.

Anyway, ever sense that Language Arts were we had to write poems, I've found that writing poems and letters to the people who have died helps me let out my feelings. I now have a notebooks full of them, every time I feel like I'm going to explode—which is a lot—I wright in the notebook.

So, right now, I'm at lunch, writing in the notebook—The notebook I'm using right now, is black and has the words 'Lost Cause' on it—and listening to 'Stand By You' by Rachel Platten, the song reminds me of how I felt about Annabeth, before it all came crumbling down.

Suddenly, I felt my headphones jerked of my head, and my phone (which was on the table) snatched away.

"Stand By You? How manly." Jim mocked behind me.

"Give me my phone back." I growled, I was clenching my pencil so hard, it snapped.

One of Jim's friends, David, took my notebook.

"Hay everyone!" Jim shouted to the school, who now turned there heads to us.

"Shall we see what Percy's been writing in his diary." He said.

"Give me my notebook" I growled, glaring at Jim, but sense he wasn't looking at me, it had no effect.

"Dear Annabeth,
Forgive me.
I'm so sorry.
I didn't mean for that to happen.
I should have stopped her.
I should have saved you.
I know you want me to move on,
But I can't.-" Before Jim could finish the letter in his mocking tone, I walked up to him, and punched him in the face. Hard.
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I hope you liked it! I already have the next chapter written, but I'm not sure when I'll post it!
Also, most of the chapters will be around 3 or 4 hundred words.
Bye!

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