I'm going to only write sad stories. If you want something sad come to my profile.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN PJO

I stared at the cold dark sky. It was cold, raining, and I was soaked. He didn't care. Why would he? There was nothing left to care about. Me getting wet was the least of my worries. HE didn't have to worry about anything anymore. War was over. Seven were at peace. Everyone was at peace.

Except me. Everyone at camp treated me like the walking dead. I laughed dryly. In a way I was the walking dead. I am a Hades spawn. Hades, I didn't call him father nor dad. But, Milord, when he's not around, Hades.

A picture of Hades treating me as a son popped up in my head. I laughed. It was a funny thought. I have a question that no one could answer correctly. What's worth living for? Look at the world! The pollution in the rivers. Global warming! Were all fucked!

Those who died are lucky. They don't have to deal with it anymore. Death isn't bad bad. No matter what the movies or the books said. Death isn't bad.

To some death was a savior. To some it saves them from the pain. Fall into the insanity. They whispered. What's left? Who's left? It whispered.

Hazel. But she had a new life with Frank. She didn't need him to worry about. Percy and Annabeth. They didn't need me around. Thalia. Hunters. Jason. Tolerates me. He made me swear not to come back. Leo and Piper? Yeah right.

Exactly. The insanity is an escape. Let insanity free you from worries. Let insanity be your savior. Yes. Let insanity be my savior.

Good. It said. "Let me be your savior." A female voice said next to me. I turned to her. She had black hair and deep blue eyes. "I am the goddess of insanity. Fall into my realm. Let me be your savior." She said. Mania. "Yes." I said.

She smiled. "Good. Just lay down and close your eyes. Let the fire consume you. I will take your soul and bring it with me. To forever live in peace, and insanity." She said.

I nodded. Anything to escape. I laid down and the fire came at once. It didn't hurt though. I could feel my body burning but it doesn't hurt. Soon my soul departed and I was off in the world of my own. The world of insanity. My final resting place was on half blood hill.

No one ever found the body. No one knew what happened to him. He wasn't in the underworld. No. He was in the realm of insanity.

So how's that? Is it good? Bad? Tell me. I need advice.