Hey, horse-crazy girl13 and Chubbypandaz here! This is just a random story we thought you guys might enjoy! And just for the sake of time, instead of typing out horse-crazy girl13, I'm going to write my name as HCG13. ;) But Chubbypandaz is still gonna be... Chubbypandaz :D
We really hope you guys like this. It might seem a little dark/weird in the beginning, but we are hoping it will be really funny in later chapters. Imagine Thalia and Nico as completely mental! Oh, the fun we could have with that... Anywho, please review! We'd really appreciate it!

Happy Reading!

Summary:

Annabeth Chase-the girl whise mother dies when she was six. The girl with an "imaginary" friend with sea green eyes. But he's not imaginary to her-only to everyone else around her. He becomse her lifeline. He becomes her everything. But then, when she's thirteen, he disappears. She goes CRAZY! Her dad doesn't know what to do so he sends her to a mental hospital-the most heavily guarded one in the U.S. There, she meets a guy who looks exactly like her imaginary friend. It so happens that he had an "imaginary" friend that looked just like her. What is going on? And why aren't people allowed in or out of the hospital? Why are people disappearing? Join Percy and Annabeth as they try to uncover the secrets that their prison holds. Percabeth. Please review!

Six years old. And I'm practically an orphan. Just great.

I sat near my mom's grave. It had only been a week. A week since everything turned upside down. A week since death welcomed my mom with open arms. A week since everything changed. At first I couldn't accept that Mom was gone. My mind didn't accept it. I didn't understand what was happening, until it came all at once, hitting me like a cold slap in the face.

I rocked myself back and forth, arms wrapped around my knees in a protective blanket, keeping me separate from the rest of the world.

The sun was shining. The birds were chirping. People laughed and talked outside the cemetary. The sky was blue. It seemed all too cliché.

But why was the sun shining? Why were people happy? That didn't seem right. Why should other people get to be happy and care-free while I had to be alone, wrapped up in a dark blanket of grief. That didn't seem right at all. That didn't seem fair.

Oh, right. Life isn't fair.

I stared at the drawing I had laid against the tombstone. I had drawn it at school today. It had three stick figures on it: my dad, my mom, and me. I was going to give it to Mom for Mother's Day, but I guess she couldn't hold on that long.

I hated that horrible thing called cancer. I hated that it had taken the person I loved most away from me. And now it was Mother's Day, but minus the mother.

I let silent tears stream down my face.

A gust of wind picked up around me, and the drawing rose off the ground, away from the grave, and landed a few yards away from me, right in front of a boy who looked about my age.

I quickly got up and ran to pick up the paper, brushing tears off my cheek.

The boy bent down to pick up the drawing. Then he turned to me. He had black hair and sea green eyes. He was pretty skinny and his hair was disheveled.

He stuck the picture out.

"Is this yours?" he asked me.

I nodded, taking the picture from him.

"You're a good drawer," he complimented.

"Artist," I corrected him automatically. My mom had always said that I was too smart for my own good. Apparently I could be something called blunt. But I never saw what was so bad about that.

I covered my mouth, realizing that I had spoken. I had promised myself that I wouldn't speak until Mommy came back. But I suppose it wouldn't hurt to talk to this stranger. It's not like I'd ever see him again.

He smiled slightly.

"You're a very good artist," he amended.

"Thank you," I replied cautiously.

"I'm Perseus," he said, putting his hand out.

"I think I'll call you Percy," I said smiling. "I'm Annabeth!"

"Nice to meet you, Annabeth," he said formally. "I think I'll call you Annie."

"Oh no! No one calls me Annie!" I told him.

"Okay then! Annabeth it is!" he said, laughing.

We stared at each other for a second.

"It's Mother's Day. Shouldn't you be with your mom?" I asked him bitterly. He looked down.

"I don't have a mom," he said quietly.

My heart dropped.

"Oh... Same here." I shrugged. But I realized I was just trying to shrug off the pain.

"I'm sorry," he muttered.

"Yeah... I guess God decided that she shouldn't be here anymore. Maybe he needs our Moms to be angels with him."

"Maybe."

"Where's your dad?" I asked him. I was always curious, never too afraid to ask questions. He just shrugged.

"Don't know. Don't care. I guess I don't have one."

My eyes widened.

"But then who do you live wi-"

"Annabeth!" a voice called. I turned around. It was my dad.

I nodded at him, but didn't answer.

"It was nice meeting you, Percy!" I said. For just a moment, I had forgotten about my dead mom. He smiled at me again.

"Nice meeting you, too, Annie," he teased, sticking his tongue out.

"Oh that's mature!" I said, rolling my eyes.

"I bet you don't even know what that means!" he taunted playfully.

I stuck my chin up. "I do so!" I protested.

But then I felt a hand on my shoulder. "Annabeth?" It was my dad again. "Who are you talking to?"

My smile wiped off my face. I didn't want to talk to my dad. He didn't love me. He was never around for me, never had time. I just gestured to Percy.

But he was gone.

"Annabeth, are you okay? There's no one there," my dad said, wrapping his arm around me.

Where had he gone?

I shrugged it off and started walking towards our car.

Just for a minute, I had thought that maybe I could have a friend. He seemed nice. For some reason, I wanted to talk to him. But when he left, I went back to my old self, the one that refused to talk. The one that refused to accept that Mom was really truly gone, even though I knew that was silly.

But as I looked out the window, as we were pulling out of the cemetary, I thought that maybe, just maybe, I had seen a gleam of sea green eyes, or the flash of black hair.

But as soon as I saw it, it was gone.

A month later. And I'm having tests done on my brain. Nice.

A doctor was looking at the results while discussing them with my dad.

"...can't see anything wrong. Everything is physically normal. She'll talk when she's ready. There are some things we could try like..."

And then I zoned out. Why did everyone think I was sick? I wasn't crazy. I just didn't want to talk. They think that forcing me into it is the solution, but what they seem to have forgotten is that I'm stubborn. When you push me, I push back. So that's what I did.

Suddenly, I felt pressure on my hand. Someone was squeezing it reassuringly. I looked up and gasped.

"Percy!" I whispered. He smiled and winked.

"Hiya, Annie!" I scowled at him.

"How did you get in here?" I asked him.

"So what's up?" he asked, completely ignoring my question. I rolled my eyes.

"They sky."

"Gee, thanks, I had no idea," he said, also rolling his eyes.

"Well, you're the one who asked," I retorted. He just laughed.

But what I hadn't realized while I was talking, was that the doctor and my dad had turned around to stare at me.

"Annabeth? Who are you talking to?" Dad asked, a worried expression on his face. I looked at him coldly and gestured to Percy. But he didn't seem to see anything.

The doctor looked confused.

I turned to Percy.

"Percy, why are they saying that they can't see you?" I asked him. He just shrugged.

"Aw, she's got an imaginary friend. That's pretty cute," the doctor commented.

I wanted to tell him that he Percy was not imaginary, but I kept my mouth shut.

Dad shrugged. "Well, at least it's got her talking again. Annabeth, where would you like to go for lunch?" he asked.

I just ignored him and looked at my new friend. It's like Dad thinks I'm stupid. Well, I'm not.

He sighed. "Well, it was worth a try."

The doctor put a hand on his shoulder. "I'm sure she'll be talking in no time."

Later, once we had arrived home, Percy was sitting next to me while I ate a sandwich that I had proudly made myself. Dad was upstairs in his study, not having time for me, as usual.

After I was finished with my sandwich, we went outside to the back yard and laid down in the soft green grass, gazing up at the clouds.

Percy came with me.

I pointed at a cloud. "That one looks like a poodle!"

He laughed. "Yeah, it does. I think that one looks kind of like a sailboat!"

I snorted. "Yeah, if you turn it upside down, and then squint until you can hardly see it." I pointed to a different cloud.

"That one looks like you! It looks like it has a sort of wacky smile."

"It does not! The face is totally messed up! And it looks like it has hair! It looks like a girl!" he protested.

"Exactly!" I laughed smugly.

He nudged me playfully with his shoulder, and I did the same. We laughed, and I felt almost... free. I could sort of forget about what happened to Mom. I don't know why, but I felt attached to him. He was the only person that I ever talked to.

He was my friend.

As the years went by, I still never opened my mouth to speak to anyone. Well, except for Percy. He sort moved in with us, I guess.

But according to everyone else, he was just an imaginary friend. I didn't understand why people would say he wasn't there. He was. I could see him, feel his warm hand in mine, and smell him as he would lay next to me every night.

But no one ever believed me.

I was always the freaky weirdo, the girl who was unnaturally intelligent, but who would never speak, except to someone who no one else could see.

But I got used to being teased. I got rid of the feeling of wanting to say mean things back to those blind people. I just took it in, and Percy would listen to me rant every night. It helped. He helped.

Dad still never had time for me. I still had a gaping hole in my heart where Mom had been. But everyday, Percy was always waiting at home for me when I got back from school.

He always greeted me with a smile. He was like a brother and a best friend; we watched each other grow up.

But then everything changed.

Thirteen years old. Middle of the school year.

I had to endure more taunting at school. People calling me a child for having an "imaginary" friend at my age. But, as always, I never said anything back.

And I was okay with that.

But I just wanted to go home, and be greeted by Percy's bright, goofy smile, and gaze up at the clouds; it had become a tradition. But sometimes traditions are broken.

I got home, and Percy wasn't there. Immediately, I felt worry well up inside of me. Where was he?

I ran into the house.

"Percy!" I called. But I was only met with an eerie silence.

I ran frantically from room to room.

"PERCY!" I started to scream. An hour passed, and I sunk to my knees, sobbing. Where was he? Was he hurt? Did he leave me on purpose?

I knew something was wrong. He wouldn't just disappear without telling me.

When Dad got home from work, he looked at me, alarmed.

"Annabeth! What's the matter, sweetie?" But I noticed the doubtful look he gave me, as though he knew that I wouldn't answer.

But he was wrong. Desperate times call for desperate measures.

"Percy! He's gone!" I yelled at him. His eyes widened, now truly alarmed.

"Whoa! Annabeth, you talked!" he exclaimed.

Nah, dip, Sherlock!

"Percy!" I sobbed.

Maybe some people wouldn't understand this-my attachment. But Percy had literally been my everything. He had been my lifeline, the only thing that had kept me anchored to this world. He was my only friend, the only one who cared. And now he was gone.

"Annabeth, I know it's hard, but he was only an imaginary friend! It's okay!"

"PERCY WASN'T IMAGINARY!" I screamed at him hysterically.

And so it went on.

For two days.

Then two weeks.

Then two months.

I refused to eat, refused to sleep. I didn't talk to anyone after that, though when I did, it was to scream at them because they said that Percy wasn't real.

And finally, one day, Dad broke.

"THAT'S IT! You have been crazy! I seriously don't know what to do anymore, Annabeth! You won't eat, you won't sleep, you never talk and when you do, you scream! What am I supposed to do?! I've tried counseling, but that doesn't help, because you won't talk! You need to realize that Percy was never real! He was just a figment of your imagination!" he finished, pounding the table angrily.

I got up quickly.

"PERCY IS REAL!" was all I screamed, before stomping away.

But I was counting on Dad stomping after me. I felt strong arms wrap around me from behind, and I started kicking and screaming.

"What are you doing! LET GO OF ME!"

But he held tight, and carried me out the door.

"I told you, Annabeth, I've had enough of your crazy behavior! I am taking you to the doctor right now, and we'll decide what to do with you. But I think that maybe it's time we try a mental hospital!"

"I'm not mental!" I protested.

He ignored me.

I stared out the window as helpless tears welled in my eyes.

There was only one mental hospital in New York.

It was simply called "Long Island's Mental Institution for Mentally and Emotionally Challenged Kids" but everyone called it a mad house.

I couldn't go there.

Dad wouldn't take me there, would he? He was just bluffing... right?

As he drove me to the doctor's office, I wondered.

The rumors about the mad house were that the people who came in there, never came out. People say that visitors are never allowed in, and that it's the most guarded mental hospital in America. No one knows what goes on in there, or why it is military protected. It fascinated tourists.

But I wondered, if I had to go there, would I ever come out? Would Dad really risk that?

I made a promise to myself.

Whatever happened, I couldn't go in there.

Whatever happened, I wouldn't go in there.

But promises are broken, just like every part of my world.

Eh, not the best first chapter ever, but it'll do! Sorry it's a little rushed. We had to speed it up a bit if we wanted her go to the mental hospital in the next chapter. We know it's really weird, but that's our style! ;) Please review it if you like it! (Even if you're a guest!) We thank you guys so much for taking your time to read this! And please review at the bottom if you liked it!

~HCG13 and Chubbypandaz

P.S. Feel free to PM us with questions, tips, ideas, suggestions, or even if you just want to say hi! Just be sure to put whether it's to Chubbypandaz or HCG13 or both of us! Or if it's easier, PM us at our individual accounts! Thanks again!