Friends With Mental Issues (Percy Jackson Fanfiction)

Special Chapter

  Alright, yes, yes, I know. I'm wworking on the next update, okay? But I can't seem to be able to focus on my writing and I'm not entirely sure why, so I'm just going to put this here, okay? It's kind of like a back story for Annabeth (I know she already has a chapter but she is my baby and this thought occured to me so deal with it). Alright, let's get this party started.

   Annabeth looked over at the now open bedroom door, only half-surprised when she saw the familiar face of Luke. His icy blue eyes that only comforted her, the tan skin, the blonde hair, and the long and thin scar running down his face. But it wasn't real.

   She sniffed, turning her head away as if to hide her red-tinted eyes and puffy face from a figment of her screwed up imagination. "You aren't real," she said, her voice breaking. She brought her arm up to her face, wiping away the remants of any tears with the sleeve of her shirt.

   Luke chuckled, walking over to her bed and sitting on it so that he was facing her. "Of course I'm real," he said gently, turning her face with his hand, but she only closed her eyes and furrowed her eyebrows. "Annabeth, please," he scolded, as if he was talking to the seven year old girl she had once been.

   She pushed his hand away, not opening her eyes. "You died, Luke. You aren't real." It hurt to say, but people said that if she could deny the delusions, she might get better. Of course, it never really worked, but Annabeth couldn't loose hope. "Please, just leave me alone." She cracked open her eyes, only to find that the delusion of Luke was still there, looking at her with a worried expression.

   "Annabeth, I'm not going to leave you again. We promised, remember?" And, just like every time before when the delusion Luke had said these words to her, she couldn't control herself anymore.

   "We promised, Luke! And yet you still left! You left me with my dad and my step mom and I don't want to be left alone anymore!" Instead of saying something, he wrapped his arms around her, comforting her in a bliss she knew was only temporary. She banged her fist against his chest, trying to stop the tears, but it didn't work. It never did. She was sobbing against his chest; the chest deep down she knew wasn't real. "We promised that we'd be each other's family... What happened to that, Luke?" she whispered in a voice that sounded so broken, that she couldn't bear to think that that was her voice.

   "I'm sorry," he whispered, petting her unruly blonde hair. It should've been better, she should have been happy again. But she wasn't. The hurt was still there, the pain, the tears, the emptiness in her chest; all of it was still there. And she couldn't take it anymore.

   "Sorry doesn't cut it, Luke!" she screamed, pushing him away, pushing the memory of him away. "You looked me dead in the eye and told be that you couldn't take it anymore! And then you bled on the floor and I watched and I knew there was absolutely nothing I could do to stop it! Well, guess what, Luke? I can't take this anymore! I can't stand this pain and I want it to go away!" She was screaming now, to the point where her throat hurt. The tears now flowed freely, and, when she opened her eyes, delusion Luke was still there.

   There was fear in his eyes. Horror on his face. "Annabeth, put the knife down," he whispered, his blue eyes flicking down to her hand. And to her surprise, she was holding a knife. She wasn't sure when she picked it up, but it was real. And it was pointed at her heart.

   She opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out. The knife slipped from her fingertips and she collapsed. She held her head in her hands, and she couldn't help but feel as if everything hurt. Her mind, her body, her soul. Everything. Hurt.

   "Luke-" she started to say, lifting her head. But she stopped, staring at the empty space in front of her. He was gone. But she knew it was only a matter of time before he appeared again, and all Annabeth could hope for was that next time, the pain wouldn't be so bad.

   Uhm... Sorry? Yeah, yeah, I know. I am a terrible person, I got that already. Yes, it's short, but it's just the major thing that happened to make Annabeth want to go to the facility. This is why. Or else she would have stayed living with her dad, but then this happened. So yeah. I might do this with the other characters. Like, go more into detail with why they are in the facility and the major event that made them join. So expect more 'Special Chapters.' Which will probably ruin your feels. And mine, too. So we're on common ground, alright?

   Until next time!!!

      ~awkwardnarturtle