I'm Going To Draw A Picture, A Picture With A Twist,

I'll Draw It With A Razor Blade,I'll Draw It On My Wrist,

And As I Draw This Picture, A Fountain Will Appear,

And With This Flowing Fountain, My Problems Disappear.

-BethanyLeeDawson

Hopelessness. The emotion a person should never feel. A feeling that causes the mightiest of champions to fall. An emotion so strong that it brought down the revered hero of Olympus.

You may ask what events lead to utter hopelessness? What events can cause extreme sadness in a human being where they consider taking their own life? These events do not matter in the grand scheme of things. The only thing that matters right now while our hero lies in a pool of crimson is what happens next?

What happens to him when he's gone? Nothing. Nothing happens. In a few moments he will never feel anything again. No pain. No sadness. No life. But this is a choice that doesn't affect him. This choice is his but he does not feel the consequences. The consequences are dished out to the ones who love him. The ones who care for him. The ones he will leave behind.

He feels the sea calling to him. The power it emanates pulling him like a magnet. The waves crashing against the shore trying to reach the son of the ocean. But like all beings that feel emotional pain and strife, he resists. He doesn't deserve the power because he failed. He failed his family. He failed her.

She depended on him and he failed. Now she finds her happiness elsewhere and he can't blame her. He imagines her one last time. The gray eyes of his goddess. Then he smiles, The first and last real smile in months. He prays to any god to protect her when he's gone. Anyone who will listen. Then he stops because he knows she can take care of herself. He knows she will pick herself back up and continue on with life.

In his last few moments he pick his head up and looks to water to capture its beauty before the end. The way the water seems to glow in the moonlight. The way it still tries to pull him in. He lays his head back down he closes his eyes one last time and hums the tune of the lullaby his mother used to sing. The tune that comforted him and let him know everything will be alright when he wakes up. As the last sound escapes his mouth so does the last breath. Then darkness.

End