Dear A,

How do I feel? Horribly sick. I've been puking all morning. I was fine last night until I woke up and emptied my stomach all over my bed sheets.

Here's what I can tell: I'm sick

Here's what sHE can tell: I'm faking it.

I wish I could murder her but I can't even drag myself out of bed. So that's off the list.

I think she poisoned me because last night father said that we needed to get me a new wardrobe. 

All thoughts aside, let's look at the newspaper. 

Headlines screaming that Piper and Percy were truly, madly, deeply in love.

Headlines talking about Piper's appearance.

Headlines saying that this wedding would go down in history. 

That their children would be the most beautiful in the universe (no doubts about that, they were sprinkled by attractive dust a bit too much). 

The thought makes me want to barf again. Ew. A child with Piper's body and Percy's eyes. Yuck.

Also, Luke exists. I haven't said no yet, and I'm sure father thinks that I like him. Which I do. But not in that way. 

Yes, I think he's beautiful. Yes, I think he shines. Yes, I think his lips are pretty. Yes, I find him perfect.

But not for me. 

As said before, something says no. And I have to say no. But I can't.

Because where else will I find a man like him?

How else can I leave this putrid home with a stepmother in an ugly apron who hates me?

I can't. No one else will find me, care for me, think about me like Luke will. 

I'm guessing a ring is coming on my finger.

Hopefully it's pretty.

Your's sincerely,

A. 

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The letter was bottled up, but not released into the river yet. Annabeth couldn't drag herself out into the cool of the night to chuck a letter into a river. Instead, it was hid under her bed.

Her throat closed up, her body was warm, then cold, then warm again, in this painful cycle. Her eyes were blinking away the hot tears, and the air. She shivered.

Annabeth felt like crap.

However, this did give her time to think. Which she was starting to get sick of, but she didn't have any other options. 

She thought more about Luke. It was Luke who had caught her father's attention, a man who payed little attention to anything. It was Luke who gave her a friendly hug and made her feel comfortable. Luke, who was perfect.

And Annabeth was far from perfect.

Because here she was, hot tears in her eyes for no reason. Alone in the darkness, in the daytime, since her brothers didn't want to get sick. Helen? Why would she care. This isn't her blood. For all she cares, Annabeth dying is better in the end. The only bills she would have to pay were funeral, and even then she would find a way to make it cheap (not before asking her husband if they can just not have one, to which he would say no). 

Being sick sucked, and maybe she hated it. 

But she hated being lonely even more.

So in the end, there was a choice. And the choice had to be made. 

When she was better, healthier, Annabeth might have sobbed.

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Save me.

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So maybe I sobbed too. I'm happy to say that I might update sooner. I'm on spring break, after all. 

I love you!

Xoxo Queen