So, I've been wanting to write this for a while. For some reason, whenever I hear this song, I immediately think of Thalia. So, now I guess I'll try to make it apply to her… And I'll be honest. I'm not that big a fan of songfics myself, so my writing this is kinda hypocritical. Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy!
She is the property and work of Green Day, I take no credit.
She...
She screams in silence
She hates him! She hates her father. He doesn't care about her. He won't listen. She can scream and shout as much as she wants, but he'll never pay attention.
A sullen riot penetrating through her mind
She wants to rebel. She wants to show him just how important and powerful she can be. And so she does, almost to the point of destroying him.
Waiting for a sign
To smash the silence with the brick of self-control
She wonders when will he will show her he cares. When?
Are you locked up in a world
That's been planned out for you?
He makes her a tree. So she becomes one. He tells her to go on a quest. So she does.
Are you feeling like a social tool without a use?
What happens when this war ends? Will he just discard her? Will it become like before camp, when he abandoned her with her insane mother?
Scream at me until my ears bleed
And so she screams.
I'm taking heed just for you
She...
She's figured out
All her doubts were someone else's point of view
But now, as she faces the question posed to her – to be or not to be Artemis's lieutenant, she realizes. Her father may not care, but she is important. To herself, and to the few others who really matter.
Waking up this time
It's like a splash of water (thanks, Perce) waking her up from her nightmare.
To smash the silence with the brick of self-control
And suddenly, her depression is broken.
Are you locked up in a world
That's been planned out for you?
No. It hasn't been planned. I choose not to be the child of the prophecy. I can make my own choices.
Are you feeling like a social tool without a use?
I have a use. I may not be important to my dad, but that doesn't mean I don't have a purpose. And that doesn't have to be the purpose others give me. I will give myself my own purpose.
Scream at me until my ears bleed
Now, my screams celebrate triumph instead of signifying despair.
I'm taking heed just for you
EHHHHHH,AHHHHHHHHHH! (yes, there literally is a scream)
Are you locked up in a world
That's been planned out for you?
Are you feeling like a social tool without a use?
Scream at me until my ears bleed
I'm taking heed just for you