"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 had already written his letters for his friends, the people at school, his parents, the titans and the gods. He had made peace and 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 take 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 to many, hero and friend to many.
I was thinking about doing multiple chapters where different characters got letters from Percy and how they handled his death. Review and let me know what you think and who I should write about first. The name with more than five people who want it will be chosen.
I'm sorry it is a very short chapter.
-BlackandBlueMascara
This chapter has been edited.