Hey everyone! So... It's been a while since a last wrote a piece of writing. I must admit, this is probably going to be really depressing but...
Also, I wrote this story on my iPad and none of the italics or bold letterings transferred. Hope you enjoy!
I wish I found some sounds nobody ever heard
I wish I had a better voice to sing some better words
I wish I found some chords in an order that is new
I wish I didn't have to rhyme every time l sing
I was told when I get older all my fears would shrink
But now I'm insecure and I care what people think
My names 'Blurryface' and I care what you think
My names 'Blurryface' and I care what you think
-Stressed Out 21 Pilots
The audience cheered when the last bits of music faded away to nothingness. Percy looked into the enormous crowd, seeing hoards of faces, faces he'd never meet, never learn the name of. Each face had their own story, and Percy knew- no he PROMISED to himself that his story would end tonight.
It's always better to fall on your own sword than another's. Right?
He supposed he had the all-American perfect life, he was an international superstar, had millions of fans, and also had millions of dollars under his name even at the tender young age of 22. But being an famous star/singer/hottest man in the world since he was 18 no longer had the same appeal it once had. Long, long ago he was just another teenage boy, filled with dreams and ambitions, just it so happened he was blessed with an incredible singing voice.
But now... Now all of the ambition was gone, taken away by a feisty young blond whose stormy gray eyes and perfect body still haunted his dreams late at night.
Many would scorn and scoff at him, telling him he was just being a foolish petty boy, that it was just another case of "young love," that he had too much in his life to throw away.
Maybe case number one was correct, he was young and foolish, but the connection he had between him and An-HER was so much more than young love... they had a plan for the future, they really did until the incident happened. As for case number three... He had lost everything over the course of a couple months.
His mother and Paul had began to start a new family together, leaving no room for the bastard child, the mistake, the teenage pregnancy with a faceless man that had died in a storm out at sea.
By observation, Percy looking nothing like Sally or Paul. It was blatantly obvious, and even though he knew his mother and step-father loved him, it was clear as day that he was an intruder in their daily lives. They didn't need his poison of a lifestyle affecting their two beautiful children.
His love life faced a painful crash and burn type of death. Years of careful building had collapsed after one night. His heart was hard, and very untrusting, especially to model-like intelligent blonds with stormy gray eyes. The horror of seeing his "girlfriend" in his bed (oh the irony) with another man sent him spiraling into something horrible and had turned his life into hell-on-earth.
Many of his fans claimed that his words had saved them. That the music had helped get their life back together.
How can I be an inspiration to others when my own life is laughable?
How can I help others when I can't even help myself?
People claimed Percy Jackson was perfect. He had perfect everything! Perfect body, voice, life...
If only they knew how wrong they were.
No, no, not perfect. Broken. So broken not even the best of glues can put me back together.
For months now, his smile had been a little to wide.
His songs a little too depressing.
His workouts a little to intense.
The music he playing a little too sad.
His temper a little to small, a little to fast to flare up.
The food he was eating was just to little.
There were signs.
But nobody paid much attention. They all just assumed the same thing, he was just going through a rough patch, that everything was going to be okay.
Life is filled with mountains and valleys, Percy once read.
We will all end up getting past each valley and end up on a mountain
Not this time... This time the valley will stop, and there will be no mountain. No more mountains
Those were his last thoughts as Percy Jackson swallowed a handful of white pills, each so amazing on their own, but a deadly combination when put together.
As he closed his eyes for the last time, he almost regretted what he did... Was this truly the only way?
To late now,
He thought. It's over.
A few days later, all the tabloids graced the same headline; SUPERSTAR PERCY JACKSON FOUND DEAD. CAUSE OF DEATH: SUICIDE.
When seeing this,
A mother and father fell to their knees
A certain blond screamed
A population of fan girls and boys sighed
Friends cried, tears leaking their eyes
And all of them thought the same thing: I should have helped.
And... It's the end of chapter 1! I might make some more chapters explaining the reactions... But always keep in mind that you are not alone. Even if you feel like everybody hates you, someone will feel the pain and the loss of a soul that is no longer on Earth.
xoxo