Numb, So Numb.
Inspired by Linkin Park's Numb.
He was tired of being what everyone wanted him to be. He was relied by the Gods to defend Olympus, to make sure it was safe so that they could live out the rest of their eternal lives in peace. What was it to them if he died?
He was relied on by Aphrodite to create a tragic love story. Her amusement. His love life wasn't her business. It was his. She tried to send people to complicate things, Calypso, Rachel. Couldn't she get the message he only had eyes for a particular girl with gray eyes, who seemed to be in love with the traitor they were fighting?
Annabeth used him so she could go on quests, so she could fight monsters. So she could find out if she was 'good' or not. Heck she was amazing. Good was an understatement, she was the best knife fighter in the Camp for centuries. To him, she was the prettiest girl in the world. Aphrodite had nothing on her. He loved her so much.
Grover had used him to gain a searcher's license so he could find Pan. He was his best friend for so long, it look him a while to realize that he wasn't caring, nor sensitive to his needs. He was selfish. Utter and complete selfish.
Poseidon just wanted him to do well, become a hero so he had something more to brag about during his and Zeus' infamous spats. Some Dad. He never was around when he was young, never helped his Mum, never even bothered to send some fucking child support check – his mother needed it.
He looked around in Cabin Three. It was cold, chilling, empty. Percy Jackson was all alone in the world, and no one cared.
His mother had all but disappeared, moving across to Europe with that Husband of hers. Since Paul had been around, she seemed much lighter, happier. Percy didn't, no never wanted to rain on her parade.
He finally understood what Luke Castellan felt.
And he didn't like it.
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