Waves - A Percy Jackson Tale

CHAPTER ELEVEN: REAL? (P2)

Trigger warning for mention of suicide.

Percy POV:

I woke up again, suddenly remembering my nightmare from last night. I was shaking. I didn't know if it was real, sometimes demigod dreams are and sometimes they aren't. It had certainly seemed real.

I looked at the clock. 7:13. Too early to IM or call. I couldn't be sure whether she was alive or not. Oh, Gods. If she was dead, I wouldn't know what to do. I would probably..... I would probably kill myself. I can't go on living without her, not after Tartarus. I took some deep breaths. I couldn't be real. It just couldn't.

Annabeth POV:

The moment I woke up; I could tell something was off. I'd been back at home for a few days, so I was getting used to sleeping in my own bed, and to sleeping without my Seaweed Brain, but something wasn't right. I looked at the clock. 7:13. Too early to IM or call. I couldn't make sure he was okay. I'd had a surprisingly nightmare-fee night last night. Actually, I probably just didn't remember my nightmares. I had woken up suddenly, after all. I rolled over to go back to bed. Might as well try to get a little more sleep.

Percy POV:

I had laid in bed for what felt like hours when Mom knocked on the doorframe.

"Can I come in?" she asked.

"Sure," I told her, facing the window. I liked looking out at the world. It reminded me of that night on the Argo II, when Annabeth and I had snuck out and slept on the bay doors in the horse stables.

"You feeling better after your nightmare?"

"Not really. I don't know if it was real or not."

She rubbed my back. "You can Iris Message her after breakfast. I'm sure she's safe."

I took a deep breath and rolled over.

"Percy, I know it's hard; I know that the memories haunt you. And I'm glad you told us what happened. Talking about things that scarred you helps. Know that I'm always here for you, and so is Paul. I promise it'll get better eventually. The nightmares will be less frequent; the night terrors will almost stop completely. You will heal." She smiled and then got up.

"I'm going to head to my computer. I've got an epilogue to write. Let me know if you need anything, or before you head out."

"Okay," I replied, pulling the covers off and sitting up, "Thank you, for being so supportive,"

"Hey, it's my job," Mom turned around and left.

I realized that I didn't have to wait until a respectably hour to call her. I could email her. I pulled my computer over.

Annabeth POV:

I heard a ding on my computer. An email from Percy. I pulled my laptop off my nightstand and opened it, looking at the email. I frowned as I wrote my response. Why was he emailing me at 7:40 to ask that?