black winged angels // pj

six

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"A girl who needs to be free"

It wasn't a blur this time. It was anything but a blur. Every second felt like minutes, s l o w l y p a s s i n g b y. It wasn't like watching paint dry on a wall, it was like being the paint. Drying up gradually, and everyone waiting and waiting and waiting and all they do is look at you.

It felt like it went on forever. Eyes staring at you, knowing exactly what you know, but not wanting to tell you that.

It was pity, mixed with fear and slight disgust. I just wanted to look at them and say something like:

Kay. I get I'm screwed up. I get this guy yelled at me. Go away!

Wouldn't have done anything. They want to hear what to you think until you actually say it.

There was also probably some sexism involved. I mean, if you said anything about it to Percy he'd give you the glare of death, and I mean the glare of death. Sure, I had an insane glare, but it doesn't really work when everyone thinks you're a lost puppy. Percy didn't try to mention it, it's all I could here. He also had friends and he was a guy.

But as we all know, Annabeth Chase only thinks about herself.

Sad thing was, it's true. We all got problems upon problems. Why am I so full of my own self-pity that I couldn't get my head out of my ass? Why can't I try to find other people that have shit? Okay, so maybe some of them didn't try to run away and got one of their friends shot while at it, but no matter what people got or don't got, everyone's graves are the same size.

Luke. He wasn't dead, but he may as well be. Poor soul caught in the wrong place. He was an adult, I was a minor. Everyone thought he killed her. I went back to live the rest of my own pathetic life, he went to rot in prison.

Life went along as slow as it possibly could, and I was stuck in it.

Nothing happened, and you wanted something to happen so you could say nothing's happening.

Really should've appreciated those days though. Although while it's there it can be super slow, it can pass quickly.

As it did. Three beloved weeks later, there was still no sign of Luke. He had escaped, and that was it. The nice side of your head tells you,

"Oh, don't worry Annabeth! He probably just wants a life away from you like you really should expect!"

(I didn't say that side was super nice.)

And the evil side told me

"He's there. He's right there. He's around that corner. He's coming for you."

So far, there was no reason supporting either side. So I believed evil, and tried to believe nice.

The nice side just started to sink in, and I was feeling pretty good about my chances of living a slow life (I was also playing Beyonce, so that probably helped) as I walked 'home', until I saw someone that looked a lot him. I immediately stopped.

It's nothing Annabeth, c'mon. Get your head in the game.

I kept telling myself this, until I realized that my leg felt like it had been stabbed, and the ground was getting scarily close to my face.

"Did you miss me?"

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My first realization was that I had literally been kidnapped. That was new. I then noticed I had woke up in something that did not look pretty. It looked gritty and disgusting. I am not very high-maintenance, but this was low. My main wonder was how Luke could afford this, he isn't exactly a genius. I was struck out of my thoughts when Luke ran over.

He looked horrible. His hair was greasy and it hurt me to think about running a hairbrush through it. His face was caked with mud and dirt, and some of it was streaming down his face.

He looked at me with concern.

"Are you okay? I'm so sorry I stabbed your leg. I really just meant to slice it. Can't ruin your pretty thighs, can I? We don't have much funding with us, so I just wanted to make sure you came with me. I was already pretty sure, but I did need you set up didn't I?"

I looked down to see my green bloody thigh, and that I was strapped up to a chair. I was wearing the clothes I brought with me when I ran away long ago (which Luke must've kept as a.. memento? gross), which were pretty tight and small on me. I asked him an obvious question.

"What happened to you, Luke?"

"What happened to me? I saw life before me. I saw a sign come from above and I took it and made this."

He spread his arms out like the dark grimy basement was something to be proud of. He then nodded, like I was supposed to compliment it.

"No, Luke! You've kidnapped me and stuck me in this hellhole with you!"

"I didn't kidnap you, I knew you would've come with me no matter what. Don't call this haven a hellhole! It's better than the place you call home isn't it?"

He had a point. The place itself was dirtier then my house but I would rather spend time here than there.

"We had everything back then, Annabeth. If they don't like you now, we can find anywhere to go. We can have everything. Just come with me."

"They don't like me because they think everything's my fault, when it's yours! They think I tried to get you to sleep with me! Everything's your fault, not mine!"

He looked at me with pity. But I took it.

"I know it's not fair. It's life now. We gotta accept it." Luke said to me, and I believed him. I started to sob into his t-shirt.

Why did I stay with my guardians when I could stay with Luke? I had no home, he had no home, we both had so much in common.

My common sense was deteriorating. All that made sense by this point was to stay with him. It had been so long like this.

10 days later, I hear someone smash down the door. I hid behind Luke, seeing who it was. Nobody cares about me anyways so I wasn't sure who it was.

Apparently, people did. It was Percy.

"Are you okay?"

A/N: Look at me, uploading twice in a month. I am probably going to start writing the next chapter once I upload this, so get excited? Tell me if anything sounds unbelievable please. Talk soon, and happy holidays!

M ♥