Fate - Book 2

Proluge
The sun shone brightly in the woods. We were running, the wind in our hair and us laughing, so hard we could hardly breath. But that didn;t stop us at all. We stopped at the beach, the waves crashing on the sand.

"Come on Thalia, lets rest."

"No Hunter, did you see the way Clarisse looked at us?"

"Yes but who cares, we're all alone now." He hugged me close, put his forhead up against mine. Then slowly he dissapared, the mist that was my boyfriend blew away in the wind, back to that dreadful island.

"''I'm terribly sorry, I had no choice." ''A voice said in a not so apolgetice tone.

"Unfortnatly for you, there is always a choice."

"Don't you dare talk back! I'm the one controling this dream, so quit thinking about him, and get over your self."

Then I had to return to my misrible life.

Thalia's POV
I hate my life. I know. It may seem petty, considering all the people out there that have it worse then me. But still...I wish it would just end. The constent dreams, reminding me that I have nothing, no Hunter, no control. It's all so wrong. Annabeth was trying to help. She really was. She listened to every dream, everyday. I couldn't talk to anyone, but her. So we talked and talked, then one morning in the middle of a sentence I just stopped.

"Thalia?" Annabeth questioned. "Whats wrong? Thalia talk to me."

But I couldn't.

It was just all to painful. So I got up and went to my alcove and stared at the wall. I heard her footsteps coming closer. Then a hand on my shoulder.

"Thalia? Please, talk to me."

But I couldn't. I was searching for something, that was now one of my most prized possetions.

"Thalia?! What are you doing, give that to me!" So she roughly pulled my shoulder, making me face her and took it. And with much regret I will tell you what it was.

It was my knife.

With my blood on it.

"Thalia? How long?"

All I could do is stare at her, I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes.

"Thalia, please don't make me ask again."

"About a month."

She looked down. Then she did the least likely thing she could have done.

She gave it back to me.

"What? Why are you giving this back to me?"

"To show you, that I trust you to stop."

"Annabeth. I don't think I ca--"

"Then this is mine." And she took it back.

"Annabe--"

"No, Thalia. You need help. If you can't stop by yourself, then I need to step in."

"I'll find another way."

"which is exactly why your coming with me."

"Annabeth, please jus--" She yanked my arm taking me to the place I dreaded the most. The Big House.