I sat on my bunk stuffing chocolates in my mouth staring at pictures of Charlie. Tears smudged my makeup and stained my pretty face. In the background I could hear my two sisters gossiping. Nobody cared that Charlie died, only some people. Annabeth felt sorry for me, Clarisse stood by me because she was my friend, the Hephaestus cabin missed him because he was the head counselor, and Percy felt as if his blood was on his hands.
That was not true, it wasn't Percy's fault. I wish it was. I wish I didn't have a blanket of guilt suffocating me. But those were only wishes, it was my fault. I was a spy for Kronos, and I told him that Charlie and Percy were going to set Greek fire to the boat. I never knew it would turn out this way. I stuffed two more chocolates in my mouth; it was probably bad for my figure but I didn't care right now.
"Umm… Silena?" I heard Percy's voice. I turned to face him. "What do you want?" I croaked out. He looked down as if he was ashamed. No, my mind pleaded to him, it was my fault! My fault and mine alone. I burst out crying again. Percy started to speak up, "Sorry," he said, "I am so sorry." I turned back to the picture of Charlie. His dark eyes looked into mine as they use to do. But, he wasn't there; there was no soul behind them. I could hear Percy sigh. His footsteps echoed out of the cabin. A new batch of tears started flowing. I put another chocolate in my mouth. "I'm so sorry Charlie," I said tracing his face on the paper. But 'sorry' wouldn't cut it; 'sorry' wouldn't bring him back.