Title:
Entry One
Summary:
Percy's first journal entry – his thoughts about... well, everything that's happened so far. Set in the first book in the series, where Percy woke up from his mini comatose state after killing the Minotaur. Short one-shot on a sort of angst-y Percy.
Author's Note:
So this idea came to me when my teacher gave me homework about writing journal entries for a fictional character, and voilà! The idea belongs to my teacher (sadly).
Disclaimer:
I have not own, am not owning, but hopefully will own the one and only Percy Jackson series; I can only dream.
STORY NOTE:
This is all written in a journal with a pencil by Percy.
My name is Perseus Jackson, and my Mom is dead–
(The second half of the sentence was frantically cancelled out with severe pencil marks.)
Hi! This is Percy speaking, well, not speaking, but– you get the point. The weather today is super fantastic, bright and sunny, with clear blue skies. Very, very blue. Blue, blue, blue. Just like how I felt when the stupid Minotaur killed my Mom–
(The last sentence was scribbled over, with a few smudges, suggesting Percy's tears to have landed on the paper.)
I... I want Mom back. Mom's gone. Dead. Because of me. Because I wasn't good enough.
(The word 'dead' was deliberately scratched off with same critical pencil marks.)
Mom, why'd you go?
Who will make my favourite breakfast? Who will make me the blue cookies I always ate? Who will I say "I love you" to before I go to school? Who will make me smile when I'm at home with Smelly Gabe? Who will sing me lullabies before I sleep? Who will read me my favourite bedtime stories? Who will give me a reason to stay, forcing me to face Smelly Gabe everyday if it only meant seeing you too?
Who will give me a reason to live?
Mom... You deserved better. You deserved to live a happy life, with me and dad, and we would have been happy. You deserved a better husband, and a better apartment for you to live in. You deserved... everything good.
But dad just had to get lost in sea, and stupid Gabe just had to marry you, and I just had to be dyslexic, and get stupid ADHD, and you didn't deserve it.
You deserved a really good and loyal husband, and a better son.
Because if you had a better son... He would have protected you better than I did. He would have stopped the stupid Minotaur in time, and you didn't have to... to die.
I'm sorry Mom. I'm sorry I wasn't good enough.
I promise I won't get in trouble in school, I promise to be a good boy, I promise I'll make more friends. Please, Mom.
I promise to do all of this if it meant getting you back.
(There was another statement written, but it was too smudged to be read.)
Mom, don't leave me alone. I've already lost dad; I can't lose you too.
You can't leave – you didn't know I loved you!
And now... now you'll never know. Because, because –
It was all my fault.