It's chapter 60.
Gods... When will this story end???
Percy's POV
I was offically going crazy.
I couldn't sleep at all. I spent my days banging my head on the wall, trying to forget.
I wish it worked.
My hands shook. I had panic attacks, and I found myself looking for the painkillers when I had snapped out of it.
I didn't know if it was a good thing or not to throw away all the pills.
I rubbed my forehead and flopped on my bed. I knew I could never go to sleep. The pains got worse, and they wouldn't stop bothering me. I couldn't go out for days- I had locked the door tight. I took my medcine that Victor had prescribed for me, but I didn't seem to get better. My heart still fluttered irregularly and now I couldn't seem to walk without getting breathless and light-headed.
It was it. I was breaking down.
I took a shuddery breath, running my fingers through my hair. Maybe this wasn't right. Maybe I wasn't supposed to be- I shook my head.
No.
I stared at the door, which had been locked and unused for 3 days now. I rubbed my face and stood up and unlocked the door and took a few bold steps out. For a few seconds, I wanted to run back in my room, for no rational reason.
I walked, and my steps got faster as I went. He would be fine. He wouldn't be...
Dead.
I had never felt so scared of death before. I didn't want him to leave me alone, like everyone did a long time ago.
Nobody was in the room, and it was so silent that I got slightly panicky. The beeping machines somewhat helped me calm down. I sat next to his bed and grabbed his pale hand tight.
I hoped that he could hear me.
Please wake up.
Please.
"It's so hard." I whispered. "Can't you help me?" I sighed. "I know I can't ask you to help me with everything- but please." I stared at his face. "Can't you wake up?"
I needed a miracle.
But unfortunantly, the gods- nobody was there to grant me a miracle.
I stared at him in horror as the machines went crazy.
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Screaming.
I heard a lot of screaming.
I think it was my voice.
They people pulled me away from him, and my vision blurred. I felt sick. He wouldn't be-
I tried to break out of their grasp, but there were too many people. I was dragged out of the room and I saw Reyna run in.
I stood up, but the door was already closed shut. I felt someone grab my arm. I pounded the door, but no one answered. My knees felt weak. They buckled and I collasped, tears running down my cheeks. Annabeth cupped my face and wiped my tears.
He couldn't be just dead like that.
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I went to sleep, somehow.
I was lying on the couch, and suddenly, I was a
I closed my eyes. My head pounded and my hands were sweaty. My breathing was irregular. I rubbed my face and stood up. I just wanted to rest for a moment. My muscles ached from sleeping in a cramped position. I swung my legs off the bed only to stumble and fall. I rubbed my face. I just wanted to die here. It felt so useless-
Victor.
What happened?
I could feel my breath getting quicker. I stood up quickly. He wouldn't be-
My legs felt weak. I didn't want to go out. I didn't want to hear that Victor was dead. I closed my eyes tight.
Just one pill.
It wouldn't hurt that much- it was just to go to sleep and relieve pain. It was just one pill. My hands were shaking as I poured the pill into my hand.
Two.
Just two.
I swallowed them and shut the lid tight. I locked it in my desk again so I wouldn't be able to find it during my panic attacks. I flopped in my bed and closed my eyes.
I would be fine.
But the nagging voice in my head wouldn't dissapear.
just one more..
You've could of gone to sleep ages ago.
C'mon- don't you want it?
I grabbed my hair and curled up in a ball.
Shut up.
You could go to sleep.
No pain. It echoed.
Those two words made me fall into a stupor.
No pain.
I stood up from the bed and went over to the bottle of pills.
Not this.
I went to the cabinent and stared at all the alcoholic beverages that I had. A present, from many many places. There were even a few rare ones.
I didn't need any of that.
I picked one that was cheap and common, but one I could get drunk quickly with. I grabbed a tall glass, and filled it up to the brim.
I set my knife on the table and drank the whole cup down at once. The liquor burned down my throat. I poured myself a brimming glass again, and drank it divided by two this time. I picked up my knife and twirled it clumsily in my hands, cutting my fingers. I grabbed the knife and made long slits across my wrists, and poured myself another glass. This went on and on, cutting, drinking, and cutting again. I repeated this till I was completely drunk and half dead.
It didn't feel so bad.
I sighed and stared at the blood on the table. I blinked. Were there two cups? I poured the liquor in one cup and it dissapeared, making the liquor spill on the table. I blinked again and stopped pouring the beverage on the desk.
I stroked the wooden desk.
"I guess you can get drunk too..." I mumbled. I picked up the knife but dropped it, and it left a long cut as it slipped out of my fingers. Grumbling, I bent down but toppled over right on the knife, and it left a scar on my forehead. I picked myself up and wiped the blood running into my eyes.
I felt really nauseous-
I felt like my stomach was trying to escape my body out of my mouth. I coughed, trying to get the nasty taste out of my mouth. All I could smell was blood, vomit, and alcohol. I crawled out fron under my nesk, taking my knife with myself. I set the knife aside and stumbled to the bathroom. I grabbed a towel and stuck in under the sink, barely noticing it was dry. Again, I stumbled back and tried my best to clean up the mess. The smell made me want to upchuck, so I held my breath. The world became more and more foggy as I moved. I sighed.
Sleep...
I should of just gone to sleep in the first place.
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Annabeth's POV
I never knew that picking a lock could be so useful.
I was worried about Percy, so I tried picking the lock.
I found him bleeding and very, very, drunk.
I knelt beside him and shook him lightly, cringing at the smell of alcohol and vomit. I glanced under the table to see vomit messily cleaned with a dry towel. There was a lot of blood and alcohol on the table. I looked at his wrists to see that the blood was clotting and it had nearly stopped bleeding.
"Annabeth?"
I turned back to Percy and he stared at me with slightly unfocused eyes. Suddenly, I felt a bit scared at the knife at his side.
He wasn't the person to harm me. I knew he was.
I swallowed hard. He stared at me for a long time, and then sighed and leaned on my shoulder.
"Why are you so pretty?"
I blinked. "Huh?"
He grabbed my face with both of his hands, making me look straight into his face.
"Someone's gonna steal you someday if you're too pretty." he grumbled.
I stifled a laugh. I carefully put my arm around him and he stumbled as I stood up.
"Annabeth?"
His breath smelled of alcohol and his voice was slurred. I took a few steps with him.
"Yes?"
"You wanna sleep?"
His words made my cheeks become red. I knew that he was teasing me, knowing the playful tone in his voice.
"Percy-!"
"I want to."
He nearly made my heart stop.
Flustered, I threw him on the bed.
"You-"
He pulled me down also, making me lie on the bed. He smashed his lips onto mine, and everything melted into choclate. I kissed him back, wrapping ny arms around him. I felt his hands going under my shirt, one hand running down dangerously low and one going a bit too high.
I didn't care.
It had been so long since he had touched me so lovingly- with passion. His whole body told me that he loved me- and I was saying that I loved him back. I fumbled with his shirt, and he kissed me harder.
But it stopped then, to my dismay.
His hands stopped completely. He held his head back a little bit farther from my lips, but still dangerously close. He pulled his hands away, pulling them to his face.
"What am I doing..."
I felt his abs, and his scars overlapping it.
"It's alright." I breathed.
"No..." he cried. "Nothing is." He set his hands on my shoulder, wrapping his arms around me. We were so close that I could feel his heart beating against mine, pounding. I kissed him on the lips.
"We're together."
His hands slipped under my shirt again, moving up my back, sending shivers up my spine.
"Please- can't you hate me again?"
I cupped his face. "Percy. Nobody can ever hate you for a long time."
His broken green eyes met mine, tears streaming out of them.
"It just makes everything harder."
I kissed him again. "I love you."
He closed his eyes tight, and opened them again.
"I'm sorry."