Dear Percy,

I know it seems silly, writing a letter to you and all. I guess I could ask Nico to give it to you. I don't know. That's a first. Me, saying I don't know. Now I'm rambling. Maybe it's because I really would rather not be writing this letter to you. It's for therapy. Yep, that's right, you sent me to therapy. I really couldn't say why you did. Maybe it was because you made my world come crashing down. You made me fell like I couldn't breathe. I felt so lost without you. I was really depressed. Sometimes, I wished I was dead. That's probably how I was sent to therapy, when I accidentally OD. It all started on that day when Thalia called, telling me that you had died. The funny thing about that phone call, it made me resent Thalia for the longest. I don't know why. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that she was the one to tell me the love of my life was dead. Or the way she had to say, glass so happened to hit you in your Achilles spot. I think what really made me hate her, was the fact that she was when she told me I had to let you go, and move on. But over time I forgave her. Saying I forgave her makes me feel so silly. What was there to forgive? Anyways, believe it or not, but there was a time I was mad at you. Yep, I really didn't like you. I hated you. I despised of you. It was wrong to hate you. I mean, you were dead for Hades sake. I shouldn't have hated you. But I had my reasons. Like how you promised me, that you would always be there for me, yet you weren't anymore. You promised me that we would grow old together, yet I was only twenty. I hated you because you left me on this stupid Earth alone. I hated you for making me feel like I would rather be dead. I resented you for the simple fact, that you made me hate you. I remember there was a time when I couldn't even look at a picture of you. Seeing you smile just made me sick to the pit of my stomach. It made me mad, because I would never see you smile like that again. I couldn't look at a picture of you because it made me face the fact that you really were gone. And you weren't here anymore to take a goofy picture. It made me mad, seeing your beautiful face, and knowing that a drunk driver took your life away. And the regret was horrible. I regretted ever sending you to the store that night. If I wouldn't have, you would still be alive. I regretted not telling you I loved you. I can feel the tears coming now. Seaweed Brain, I miss you. I miss the way you always smelled of the ocean, or how you would always make me feel better. I wish you wouldn't have been killed. I really do. I also knew writing this letter was a mistake, because old feelings are coming back. I'm starting to feel like I can't breathe. I really want to go on with this letter, but the wounds are still to fresh. So I guess I'm going to cut it short. I hope one day, I will be able to say all I have to say. Until that day, good bye Percy, you know I never got to say goodbye?

Annabeth Chase Wise Girl

This stinks, I know but I had to post it!