The Life of a Demigod - Oneshots

On My Own

A/N - In the House of Hades it is mentioned through out the curses part that Annabeth is suddenly wandering around, alone and she can't find Percy despite the fact that he is fairly close to her... So what happens in between Percy leaving Calypso and Leo coming? What happened that made Calypso want to curse Percy? Well here's an idea of what might have happened(: *Oh and PS "--" indicates a time change or time lapse!*

Calypso POV

I stood there watching his boat until I could no longer see him in the distance. I wiped the tears from my face and brushed the sand off my dress, then went back home. The servants were floating around carrying things, making me something to eat. As if I could stomach food right now. I started talking aloud to them, wishing just once they would respond. I was tired of the silence and just wanted to know if some one, anyone, heard me. I felt air ruffle at my hair, as though consoling a small child. A plate floated mid-air next to me. I grasped at it tightly. I was having a hard time breathing and my breaths were coming faster. I waited and still no answer. Who was I kidding they were never going to respond. I wanted someone to tell me what to do, to give me the answer because I told myself every time it happened that I wouldn't but every single time I manage to fall in love and get my heart broken. Every. Freaking. Time.

My chest was getting tighter, just thinking about all the men I had fallen for, but had to leave because it was their duty. Why was I even here? Because I supported a Father years ago, that never cared about me. No one cared about me. Especially the gods. They act as if they care sending me a hero, someone to comfort me and be a companion. Even if for a short while. When in reality its just another way to tear me down. I let my guard down, and fall in love. Only to be left alone. Again and again.

I started to imagine Percy arriving back home to his camp, to his Annabeth. The plate was starting to crack under the pressure of my grip. And so was I. My body was shaking from holding back the sobs, while I tried to catch my breath. I couldn't take it anymore. Percy was the last straw and by the gods would I let them know it too. Somehow I found enough air to gulp in a large enough breath to scream. I could feel all the servants flying past me as I threw the plate of food against the wall, watching as the glass shattered and the food splattered everywhere. Dropping to my knees I kept screaming until my throat was raw and the screams turned into sobs shaking my body.....

"This is ridiculous" I thought to myself. I was only being pathetic and giving my jailers an amusing show. I chocked back the tears, holding in my breath until I was calm enough to stand. I washed away the tear stains, now exhausted and went to bed. As soon as my face hit the pillow I was overwhelmed by his scent. All I could smell was him as the tears slowly made their way down my face again. I just laid there, closed my wet eyes and fell into a dreamless sleep.

In the morning I turned my nose trying to catch his scent again, and I don't know if it was a gift or a curse that his scent was gone. Probably both. The only thing it smelled like now was the clean scent of Ogygia. Obviously the work of my helpers. I got up and went into the kitchen searching for signs of my outburst last night. Fortunately there were none, all the glass was picked up and there were no food stains anywhere. Thinking of last nights meal wasted made my stomach grumble. I looked over the table and noticed breakfast was waiting for me. At least they hadn't abandoned me, Hades for all I know maybe they're stuck here too. After all no matter how beautiful it is a prison is still a prison. Grabbing my plate I went out into my garden and found myself gazing at the moon lace. I was glad that I had given him some. It was just so hard to believe that there was a place in this world without gardens. Mine was the only place of peace and comfort after the departure of each hero. My garden would never leave and would never die and for that I was thankful.

Over the course of the next week I threw myself into my work, from when I woke up until I went to bed, I was in the garden. It had grown so much that week, that was worried I couldn't fit anymore flowers in but somehow it always managed to have just enough room for me to place the new plant. I guess someone out there did care for me, or at the very least pitted me.