PJO/HOO Fanfiction- Behind Closed Doors

Chap 30

(The real 30th chapter, and because I have reached 30 chappies, I will make it 3000 words)

And thank you to the wonderful SeaGreenHorizon who told me that she/he loved my book. I don't even know how you guys still read this crap 😂.

By the way, so many people read my tag thing. Thx, or maybe no thx.

I don't know, but on with the story!!

Picking up my bag, my belongings, and some money I unwillingly took from one of dad's 'cash jars', I took off.

Once opening the door, I found the whole gang, excluding Luke.

"Annabeth, what happened?" Percy asked, concern dripped on his voice.

Knowing that if I'd answer, I'll tell them that I was going to run away, I thought of a plan.

"I'm sorry." I whispered, then ran off.

"Annabeth Chase, you get your sorry butt over here!" Thalia screamed, whilst turning around I could see the small wet marks on her cheek from crying.

Stopping enough for them to come back, I finally told them thoughts that had been itching in the back of my mind.

"I'm sorry for being such a problem. I'm leaving now, I'm weak and I, " I took a deep breath. "I just can't handle this right now, if you see Luke, tell him I'm gone."

They all looked at me shocked. Then Jason grabbed my arm.

"Annabeth, you're not leaving, it's not your fault."

This had been told to me too many times, and it had to stop. Knowing the consequences of going back, I pushed Jason to the side. He stumbled back, giving me an advantage.

As I was running I heard the shouts of the others, the volume decreasing as I ran down my home street.

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Stepping out of the coach, I gazed at the foggy city, the city that I could call home.

Unsurprisingly, it was much more hotter than New York, so I stripped off my coat and headed to the direction of my former house.

The way to home was hardwired onto my brain, I had written it every where when I moved to New York, I didn't want to forget it and leave the only thing that gave me happiness.

Reaching the gates towards the graveyard, I cautiously opened them, giving way to an loud eerily creak.

I found my way to my mom's tombstone, the vines on the tomb were wrinkly and clearly dehydrated, I then realised I hadn't come here in a while.

Hey Mom. I know you can't hear me, and I can't hear you, and I know you're not watching me, and I'm not watching you, but I want to say that my life's messed up.

My friends are fighting because of me, my dad is fighting back tears because of me, and my step mom is in jail because of me.

And now I sound like a weak person, but I'm not. I'm not who everyone thinks I am, I'm keeping secrets from my friends, and I'm probably going to go to jail because of that.

I'm a murderer, a psycho, a good for nothi-

"You're Annabeth Chase, and in my opinion, I think that us better than what you called yourself." A familiar voice told me.