Just a teeny, tiny drabble that I wrote on pure whim. It's OOC and really weird and whatnot. Sorry if it makes no sense. I'm bored and tired. Enjoy.

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What's happening to me?

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Sometimes I stare out into space and wonder what I'm doing with my life.

I am a demigod, a daughter of the prestigious goddess of wisdom. She's the goddess of battle strategy. I've always been a fighter and that will never, ever change for as long as I live. I know that in my heart.

But then again, I am an architect. I'm smarter than most people, even many of my siblings. I could go on to do anything that I want, yet I am bound to my friends, strangers, and enemies, and I never want to leave them. I'm an addict to people. I am needy and wanting.

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Who am I really?

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I see my friends grow up and move away from me and I wonder if I should be doing something to stop them. I sit there and I watch. I do not protest. And then I meet new people and make new friends who just end up leaving me too. Sometimes it's their choice and sometimes it's against their will.

They don't need me, but I think I need them.

Many of them have died. I see them in my nightmares and I cringe. I hear their screams of pain and anger and I don't know what to do or what to think and I can't think at all and I need help and they don't need me. I can't stop these thoughts and lies and truths from knocking around inside of my head. They're a never ending torrent emotion that'll never leave me.

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It's like I live in a nightmare.

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No one understands. They come to me and say that they do but I know that they don't. They are liars and thieves and crooks, but someday they'll leave me too and for some reason I'll ache for them.

These people are all I have left.

Then there's Percy. He's the closest person to my heart. He owns it. When everyone else leaves me, he stays. He keeps me in his arms and whispers consoling sweet nothings that soothe me. This green eyed man promises to never leave me and I think he's telling the truth. I cannot place why, but I trust him with my life, and he knows if he leaves it it'll kill me.

It's as if we are bound together by some unseen force.

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I need him. I love him more than my own life.

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When people look at me, they see Annabeth Chase. They see a strong, intelligent girl that can hold herself up, that can defend herself and others and never complains. The see a girl that doesn't need anyone, that can survive on her own. That's why they leave me, because they don't think they are needed.

These people don't know me at all. I need them way more than they need me, though I'll never admit it.

I'll just keep my thoughts in my own personal little asylum in my head, locked away with a key that even I cannot find.

It's like I am a foreigner to my own body.

And when Percy kisses me, it reaches deep into my soul and wraps around my body. His love and power keep me stable. Though we are bound, I know he can break that bind at any time and leave. I'm afraid that one day, he'll learn that he is better than me, more deserving. What if he learns one day how desperate I am, and how weak I am without him?

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What happens when you break a bind between two people?

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I don't know, and I hope I never have to find out.