Annabeth: Adopted by The Avengers

Chapter 29 : pain

Nobody's point of view

It's been a week since the death of Adam. Any hardly leaves her room but when she does, she doesn't smile, doesn't talk, doesn't make any eye contact with anyone. She is like a ghost, a person with out a soul, and worst of all is that no one knows how to help her. Every time some one goes to talk to her, hold her hand, comfort her, she growls just a wolf would, a wolf with out their mate.

Luke's point of view

" You have to come, you are the only one who can comfort her! " I shouted into the phone.

" I can't, I'm on a mission " said the guy on the other line.

" she needs you " I said.

" what she needs is time to heal " the guy said.

" damon! " i yelled " you get over here and comfort her, you are like an older brother to her "

" I can't just leave this mission " damon said

" I can't believe you! " I yelled

" put her on the phone " Damon said

I sighed and agreed. I slowly made my way to Annabeth's room. I lightly knocked, I heard soft foot steps making their way to the door. Then the golden door knob slowly turned and the door opens with a creek. Then, their Any stood, here eyes a turquoise blue from all the crying, her cheeks puffy and tear stained. She looked up at me, I looked into her soulless eyes. I let out a sad sigh and handed her the phone.

She looked at the phone in my hand for awhile but them reached her shaking arm out and took it. She looked down at it before pressing it to her ear.

" hello? " she said in a tiny voice

- phone call -

" hi " said Damon in a soft, Caring, sweet voice.

" why are you calling me? " she asked in a cold, bitter voice.

" I just wanted to check up on you " he said

" why? " she said

" because I care about you " Damon replied

Annabeth pulled the phone from her ear and stared at it. She scowled at the devise and then pressed it to her ear.

" if you cared you would be here, you wouldn't be calling on a phone! " she yelled. She then threw the phone across the hall.

- Luke's point of view -

I turned around to get the phone she threw. As soon as I went down to pick it up I heard the door slam. I turned around and sighed. I pressed the phone to my ear.

" she isn't just heart Broken from Adams death " I said then I hanging up, leaving Damon to his thoughts.

Any's point of view

I laid on my bed staring at the ceiling. Adams death kept replaying in my mind. It was my fault he was dead. I got up and walked over to my desk. Photos of Adam and I were everywhere. They each held a memory that I craved to forget.

I picked up one of the photos. It was Adam giving me a piggyback ride. I remembered that day, we walked to school, I remember I got tired and wanted to call a cab but Adam wouldn't let me. He then gave me a piggyback ride the rest of the way to school.

I looked over and picked another photo. We were getting lunch at a fast food restaurant. I was eating a cheeseburger and having a hard time trying not to get the mustard or ketchup on my face. I failed at this attempt. Some mustard got on my lip and right when I was chewing, Adam decided to snap a picture of me. He framed it and gave it to me as a present.

The next photo is when we watched a movie together on the couch at his house. He fell asleep so I decided to to snap a selfie of him and I. He got mad and tried to delete it but I would let him.

I then looked at one of my favorite photos of us. I was trying to ride his skateboard but failing. I held onto his hand as he balanced me. I fell down and then wanted to give up but he wouldn't let me. He got out a long board and put his two feet on it. He then grabbed my hand and h
elped me on. He was behind me, holding my onto my hands so I wouldn't fall. then we both skateboarded down the street. Steve was outside at the time and with many attempts, he finally snapped the photo.

I look at all the other photos and tears that I've tried to conceal came pouring out at once. Soon rage, heartbreak, pain, and sadness came exploding out of me like a grenade. I began screaming and and crying. I punched the walls, threw the picture frames that once held happy memories against the wall. Pieces of glass hit my face causing blood to surface my skin. I heard foot steps running up the stairs to my room. I didn't stop, I just kept on screaming. Soon the door flung open, I expected 8 people to enter but only one person stepped into the room. This person that entered was not the person I was expecting to see anytime soon.

" Annabeth " he said, his voice was soft and understands.

I turned around and looked into the blue eyes of the only person who could comfort me. I sniffed a couple of times trying to suppress my tears.

" Damon " I said

Damon opened up his welcoming arms. I looked at him, I used all my effort not to run into his caring arms but their was more pain then their was the strength I used to hide that pain.

Before knew it, I had run into the arms the guy who was like my brother. Damon wrapped his arms around me and I let out all the pain that was hidden deep within me. Damon just stood their holding me, holding the girl without a soul.

It stayed that way for some time.

Nobody's point of view
Damon and Any finally separated and when he looked into her tear infested blue eyes, he just barley saw the soul of the girl who was once happy. Damon knew their was hope for that broken heart to be put back together piece by piece.

He knew the pain stored in the girls heart would not possess her forever. The soul that everyone thought was lost Would soon return.

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