Love and life are very much alike, in more ways than you may think. Both are potentially fatal, exasperatingly frustrating, facepalmingly confusing-
And strangely addictive.
Hi. My name, isn't important at the moment. I have a feeling you'll get to know it very soon. But you wanna know what is important? I believe very much, people need to know my life story, before they judge me, before they say and exclaim how much their lives suck, and most importantly, before they decide to judge others. Hopefully, me telling you my life, will help change the way you see things, forever.
Have you ever walked down the street, and seen someone who looks messy, or has messed up clothing? Then, you start thinking that that person should care about themselves more?
Have you ever, looked at a random kid in the street, and think to yourself, you wish you can be like them? Innocent and non-caring?
Have you ever felt like, or have, drowning (ed) your sorrows, just because you had a rough day?
Have you ever thought, that maybe, just maybe, someone may feel about 30x worse than you? If you answered yes to any of my questions listed above, then you have.
This is how I'm going to change that.
Read this carefully, because my life is really effing jacked up. And no, I'm not exaggerating, so keep reading.
My name is Percy Jackson, and I am 16 years old. I live with my step father. My mother? Dead. She was killed. By who? I won't tell, spoilers. But, luckily for you, that's where my story begins. Five weeks ago, three weeks before my sixteenth birthday…
July 28…
I looked on as my mom and stepfather, Gabe, argued about sending me to a new boarding school. Gabe insists that they send me to a public school, instead of paying for a school. She, on the other hand, insisted that they send me somewhere where I can stay, a boarding school. I know why she does it; to keep me away from Gabe's cruelties, but Gabe is a hard headed jerk. He'd do anything to keep me home so I can be used as a play toy. Thankfully, Gabe hasn't fatally harmed my mother, so as long as he doesn't hurt her, I'm fine with whatever he does with my body. If he's not going to be the man of the house, I will and protect my mother till her last breath. Which, unbeknownst to me, was going to be today. I looked on as he raised his hand, preparing for a strike. My mother stood strong.
She held her ground, all because of me. I watched, horrified as his hand connected with her cheek. The sound was enough to snap me out of it, my fear turned into pure rage. Everything turned red as I started to run to Gabe, relying on instinct to dodge his drunken strikes. I blocked and missed a few. My mother, she tries her very best to stop me. But I win, the battle. I was able to pin him under my bruised and bleeding body, and threw punch after punch.
Turns out, Gabe wasn't after me throughout the whole fight.
In my fit of rage, I failed to notice that he grabbed hold of a knife, and attempted to stab me through my heart, but my mother saw this, and got in the way. I punched Gabe on the temple, effectively knocking him out, and gently set her head in my laps.
For the first time, ever, in my life, I cried.
I cried for the fear of knowing the truth; my mother has only seconds left to live.
I cried knowing, I'm stuck. I'm stuck with Gabe till my end.
I cried because my best friend is leaving this world.
I cried because the only person who ever understood me, I dying in my arms.
I cried because I'm losing my mother: a wonderful woman.
She reached up and caressed my cheek in a motherly way, "Percy. Don't cry sweetheart. Don't cry. Don't think of it as an end. Think of it, as a beginning. Remember what I've taught you." I held her hand to my cheek, closed my eyes, and started rocking back and forth. "One more? For old times sake?" she smiled and let her hand fall, "Forgiveness isn't for the people who have done you wrong. It is for yourself so that you may be free from the burden of anger, releasing you from your prison." She gave me one last word of wisdom, before closing her eyes and exhaling, for the very last time.
So, what do you think? I think it was good, hopefully next chapter will be better and longer.
