Percy Jackson- Shots

Angels

"Annabeth get away from there!" I scream. My girlfriend stands at the edge of the cliff- her toes on the ground, her heels over the edge. She stares at me angrily.
"Or what?!" She demands. "No one would even care! It would be better for everyone if I was just gone!" The fresh cuts on her arms and legs are larger than they had ever been before, and they are still bleeding.
"I would care! Your brothers would care! Your parents would care!" I tell her.
"No they wouldn't! My parents hate me! And so do my brothers! Their lives would be so much better without me." Tears roll down her face.
"Annabeth, you can't do this! I love you!" I yell. Annabeth hesitates before answering.
"I love you too, Percy. But I can't handle it anymore. I-I-I can't handle waking up every morning to suicidal thoughts. Going to sleep every night thinking about suicide. Cutting everyday. I can't handle it anymore!"
"Then stop cutting! Stop thinking about suicide!" I yell. Annabeth shakes her head, still crying.
"I'm sorry, Percy. But I can't." She says. "I don't deserve to be on this Earth. I don't deserve to be with you, I deserve to be in hell!"
"Annabeth don't you dare say that ever again." I snap. "You're beautiful. You're the perfect girlfriend. You're my angel."
"Well lets see if this angel can fly." She breathes. Annabeth holds her arms out, closes her eyes, then leans back.
"Annabeth!" I scream, running up to her. But it's too late. She's already plunging to her death.
"Annabeth!" I scream again. I fall to my knees and bury my face in my hands. I burst out crying. Hot tears drop out of my eyes and land in my hands, which are still covering my face. I cry for who knows how long. In the middle of my cry, a hand is placed on my shoulder. My shoulder gets squeezed.
"Percy." A familiar, gentle voice whispers. I ignore it and keep crying.
"Percy." The voice says louder. I scream my dead girlfriend's name.
"Percy!" The voice says again. This time, I take my hands away from my face and open my eyes. I am not kneeling at the cliff. I am lying down, in a bed. I sit up straight, and see Annabeth sitting beside me.
"Annabeth!" I cry, grabbing her and pulling her to my body. I hold her tight.
"Percy, are you ok?! What was going on?!" Annabeth demands. I let her go, and she stares at me, her grey eyes full of concern. I grab her wrists and push up the sleeves of her sweatshirt, revealing her bare arms. They are clear- no cuts or scrapes of any kind. I let out the breath that I was holding. I close my eyes and flop back down on my pillow. Annabeth places her hand on my chest.
"Percy, what happened." Annabeth asks seriously.
"What are you talking about?" I ask.
"I came into your cabin to wake you up, and when I came in you were crying and screaming my name. I tried to wake you up, but you just kept crying." I don't tell her about the dream. I wrap my arm tightly around her and pull her to me again.
"Angels can't fly." I whisper to her. "Don't try it."
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Crappy ending dance time!!!

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