Percy~
I wasn't going back out there. Not ever again. Nobody would even look at me, and I knew that they were disgusted by my mere existence.
I lay a wadded up piece of paper that I'd had in my sweatshirt pocket on the sink table next to me and sank to the floor.
I took a dagger from a shelf in the bathroom and dragged the blade across my right forearm, making blood drip down my wrist with no water to heal it. I put more and more pressure into each cut, slicing deeper with each new line.
One for each name.
I shakily dragged the blade straight down from my palm to my elbow.
Just like the wedge I had drove between me and Annabeth.
Representing how she'd never forgive me.
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You Can't Save Me Now ✔️
Fanfiction"I hate you, Perseus Jackson!" That's how I knew she was mad. Annabeth never uses my full name unless she's seriously mad. But those words, they hurt more than a dagger through my Achilles' spot. ---------------- Welcome to my first book...
