Alive (Percabeth)

☆꧁Chapter One꧂☆

My eyes popped open before the alarm rang. I shut it off, and rubbed my eyes. I stared into space for a while, then went to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror.

My blonde hair was in a big mess. I had dark circles under my eyes, and my grey eyes looked as though they where open for at least and hour. My lips were crusty, but I just licked them.

I rinsed my face and brushed my teeth. Then, I brushed my hair. I unbuttoned my pajama's, and took them off. Along my thin, pale arms, scars were laid out. Some were deep, some were shallow. Some were new, some were old.

I grabbed an long sleeve black shirt and baggy jeans from my closet. I never showed anyone my scars, ever. I cut myself everyday after I come from school. I put on a grey sweater, since it was cold today.

You may be asking why I do it. I'll give you an answer. My mom left me and my dad when I was 2. My dad worried sick about our lives, since he didn't have such a good job. He started drinking, but he never hurt me. He loved me. But then, just about a few years ago, my dad was taken to a hospital, because he wasn't in the right state of mind anymore. I am always lonely, considering I am the freak of the school.

I have a job at 6 pm, and thankfully I get my homework finished before my work.

I quickly had a dry piece of toast with some milk, and went to the bus stop. I was there early, and stood, watching the grey sky. The bus pulled up, snapping me out of my daydream. I entered it, and it was sightly warmer inside. I sat practically in front, just a few seats behind. I listened to music the whole ride, and I felt terrible.

I was so tired, and my feet felt like jelly. I hands shook inside my pockets, and I looked dead, just like Nico Di Angelo. He is considered my friend, but he doesn't talk to anyone anyway.

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The bus stopped at the school, and High schoolers filed out of the bus. My feet carried me to the school, and my eyesight was slightly blurry. I stoped to rub my eyes, and I was pushed to the ground.

My hands collided with the ground, and I turned around on the ground. My eyes focused on Octavian. I glared at him.

"What do you want, Idiot?" I asked.

Octavian sneered at me.

"Nothing, just wanted to push someone." suddenly, a sharp pain went up my side. Octavian apparently kicked me, and he did it again. In fact, he did it five times. Until a voice stopped him.

"Hey, why don't you deal with someone your type, huh?" He said.

Octavian laughed. "You really want to start, Jackson?"

"You already started." Octavian stepped closer to the boy.

Suddenly, before Octavian could react, the boy threw a punch at him. Octavian stumbled, and looked at the boy.

I could tell it wasn't his hardest hit, but Octavian still got a red mark on hi cheek. Good thing nobody was around, or they would have started a whole racket of trouble.

"I'll get back at you, Jackson." He said and ran off. The boy turned to me.

He offered me his hand. " Are you okay?" I nodded and accepted his hand, slightly stumbling to the side.

"Are you sure? I think you need a nurses help." He said.

"No, I'm fine. I've dealt with worse." I mumbled, grabbing my bag from the floor.

"No, I mean, you look tired and... sick." He said. I slightly smiled at him.

"No, it's... it's fine." I said.

He ran his fingers through his coal black hair, and looked back at me.

"My name is Percy, Percy Jackson."

"Annabeth, Annabeth Chase."

For the first time in a while, I smiled.

And it was because of the boy, who had sea green eyes and coal hair. He was the only thing that was keeping me from snapping, and comiting sucide. He made me happy. And he made me care.