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"Broken, this fragile thing now
And I can't, I can't pick up the pieces.
And I've thrown my words all around,
But I can't, I can't give you a reason.

I feel so broken up (so broken up),
And I give up (I give up),
I just want to tell you so you know..."

Percy Jackson's voice echoed through my headphones into my ears, and I closed my eyes. It was late at night, and Percy had uploaded a new cover. I'd only ever heard of Yellow card once before the video popped up in my notifications.

"Here I go,
Scream my lungs out and try to get to you,
You are my only one.
I let go,
There's just no one that gets me like you do
You are my only,
My only one."

I couldn't help but smile. Lots of people hated how he took songs like The Only One, and made them acoustic, softer. The original version was actually pretty hard core at some points. I liked Percy's version better.

"Made my mistakes, let you down
And I can't, I can't hold on for too long.
Ran my whole life in the ground
And I can't, I can't get up when your-"

"Go to sleep, Annabeth Chase!" I heard my step mom yell from downstairs, and I flinched. My eyes flew wide.

My door was closed, my lights were off, and my music wasn't even that loud. My headphones were on. I paused the song and stayed quiet.

Footsteps echoed around the house and I rolled my eyes. Of course I was blamed for my step brothers antics.

I rolled my eyes and unpaused the song. I fell back asleep to the gentle sound of Percy's voice, lulling me slowly to sleep.

***

I woke up to my brothers barging into my room, screaming. Bobby looked murderous, and Matthew, his twin, looked terrified. I groaned, throwing off my covers and removing my headphones.

"Out you two!" I got up, chasing them out. They knocked my table down, and it landed with a loud bang. I yelled. "Gods! I told you to stay out of my room!"

I huffed and struggled to put the table upright again. When it was up, I sat on my bed and glanced at my phone. They'd woken me up 30 minutes before my alarm, at 5 o'clock. I was ready to kill them. I was totally ready to kill them.

I shook my head and went to get dressed. First, I showered, then brushed my teeth. Then, with the fluffy green towel still around my body, I picked out a dress to wear.

It was picture day at school, so I'd set my alarm earlier than usual to give me time. Who knew I'd have extra time. I grabbed the blue dress I set out the day before, and change. It was a simple dress, long sleeves, short skirt that ended just above my knees. The hem was two layers, one layer being an almost black, silk fabric, and the top layer being a dark blue sheer fabric. The sleeves were made of the same material as the top layer of the hem, and they fanned out from my elbows. The neckline was pretty low, but I wore a black, tight fitting crop top underneath.

I looked at myself in the mirror as I brushed my blonde hair. I had planned to straighten it then recurl the strands, but my hair curled naturally anyways. I grabbed a pair of large, dangling, silver owl earrings and put them on, then grabbed the matching owl necklace that went along with it. I smiled. Those were two of the only three things my mother had given me.

Athena Chase, my mother, had died in a car wreck with a semi, shortly after my second birthday. My dad had promised me he'd make sure i had a mother, as he was rarely around then, and now. I hadn't liked the idea of someone else replacing my mother, and I still hated it.

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