Percy Jackson's Last Breath

<CHAPTER 9>

~Annabeth's POV~

The sun was starting to rise, I noticed. After Chiron told us all to rest, I went to Percy's cabin. I wanted to be somewhere comforting, a place that I consider my home. The intoxicating smell of the sea made me feel like Percy was still here, even though he's not. I pulled on a shirt of his just so I could attempt at sleeping. Hoping that the smell of it would lull me to sleep. I silently cried at night and regretted my decision of ever coming here. This cabin was all too familiar and I couldn't help but feel so... lonely. This was my home, but it's missing the person I share it with that makes this place a home. Without Percy, this cabin was just a cabin full of memories. Memories that I don't even want to remember or think about or else I'll start crying again. I felt suffocated and I couldn't sleep.
How could I? If all I see when I close my eyes is the torture I went through in Tartarus. Percy suffering and me not being able to be able to do anything about it. Percy is completely helpless in the deep abyss, all by himself.
I laid still on my bed, unable to stop thinking of horrible scenarios that can happen to Percy. If he's even still alive I mean.
No, I thought to myself, Stop being such a pessimist.
My chest felt tight, my nose stung, tears brimmed in my eyes. I'm the daughter of Athena, I'm wise and intellectual. If it were any other person stuck in Tartarus, I would have used my knowledge and inferred that the person was dead. Everyone who was unlucky enough to go to Tartarus, dies. If not, then they go insane. That's what everybody learned, that's what everybody knows. Hell, I know it and I've told lots of people the same thing. Yet here I am, grasping to any possibility of Percy being alive. Gosh, I'm such a hypocrite.

But then again, it's Percy we're talking about. My boyfriend, my hero, my everything, to be totally honest. If hoping that he's still alive makes me a hypocrite, then so be it. I would scream that I was a hypocrite at the top of my lungs if it meant that he was alive and well. But that's not how things work. Life is never that easy.

The cabin was dark, because of all the closed curtains. Otherwise if the curtains were open, the cabin would be lit by the sunlight. I wasn't able to sleep a wink and it's already morning. Removing my eyes from the ceiling that I've been non-stop staring at for hours now, I look over to the bedside table and stare at the clock. The numbers 9:56 were displayed and I inwardly groan. The time was going too slow and all I wanted was to stay in bed; not doing anything. But I doubt that's going to happen since I know that someone will head over here and "wake me up".

As if on cue, soft knocks sounded on the door. No later, the door was pushed slightly ajar and I see someone peek their head into the cabin. A ray of sunlight was cast into the room from the opened door but still, I could not see who the person was. My eyes stayed on them as the person reveals themselves by entering the cabin. It was Chiron.

His feet stomped on the ground as he walked towards the bed in which I laid in. His eyes were somber and there was no smile on his face. He looked down at me and frowned.

"Annabeth, sweetie, did you not sleep?" I almost snorted. I would have, but I wasn't in the mood.

I wanted to reply but found myself not being able to. My mouth wouldn't open, much less talk. I was extremely tired and lazy. My eyes just stared at his sulking form.

He sighed at my lack of response and said, "Just know that you can always talk to me Annabeth. Everyone is having breakfast at the pavilion and we're just going to wait for all of the Olympians to meet with us after breakfast. They've been eager to know what happened and the full details of it."

My eyes cast down to look at my chest. The Olympians are coming and they're yet to discover the tragic news. I bet some of them won't be affected by the news at all. My body trembled as I thought of how Lord Poseidon would react. His own flesh and blood, someone whom he dearly loves, was now in the grasp of demonic hands. Percy was his pride and joy. Surely this would devastate him. Thinking about it made my heart thump with anxiety.

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Short chapter, I know. I'm sorry. It's been a really long time since I last updated but I can assure you that I will bust my butt off to update next week. Thank you so much for your support.
If you haven't noticed, I changed the cover. Let me know what you think of it.
READ plz: So I'm kind of stuck for what to do the next chapter. I have an idea for Percy's pov and Annabeths pov. Which should I do?
-Sammylicious

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