Percy~
I don't know how long I was down there for. Maybe a couple minutes, couple hours. Couple days, apparently.
I swam to the surface of the pond and trudged back to my cabin, not caring if anybody saw or not. I estimated it was probably 8:30 at night, and the campfire would have just ended. Everyone would be getting ready for bed in their cabins.
I quietly unlatched my cabin door and stepped inside. A few of my cuts were still bleeding, so I bandaged my left forearm. I changed out of my bloody camp t-shirt and put on a big sweatshirt that would cover my arms, and collapsed into a restless sleep.
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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...
