This chapter has been edited.
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Warnings: Suicide and Harmful/Hurtful words
"Slut-"
"-Whore-"
"-Idiot-"
"-Emo-"
"-Goth-"
"-Attention Seeker-"
"-Friendless-"
"-Worthless-"
Those words cycled through his head as he held the blade, that had always kept him and others from death and it will now be known as the blade that help took his life, to his stomach.
He is now ready to escape this life.
Looking in the mirror hanging from the bedroom door in his apartment, he shoved the blade in his stomach. He held his stare in the mirror, not breaking the gaze until he dropped to the floor.
Blood pooled around his body and with the last bit of strength he had, he pulled the blade out of his stomach and held it tightly in his grasp.
His eyes, blurry, managed to focus on the carving on the blade. Even when he was about to die, he managed to decipher the ancient Greek writing, Anaklusmos.
"Riptide, the tide that takes people by surprise. Thank you."
Those were the last words spoken by Percy Jackson, the son of Poseidon and Sally Jackson, savior and hero of Olympus, destroyer of many, hero and friend to most.