Author's Note:

Hey everybody! I origionally wrote this for a school weekly writing assignment, but then I realized how good it would be if I changed it around and made it fit for Thalia. In my school copy, it's about a girl who runs away because she has an abusive family that doesn't care about her. Depressing, I know. But, my fanfiction version is Thalia running away because of her mother going crazy and 'killing' Jason.

I hope you guys enjoy!

As I step out the door, I instantly feel the cool, windy air of the night. It's completely pitch black outside, except for the faint light that the glowing silvery moon gives off. I close the door gently behind me, careful not to make a sound. Waking up my mom would be a bad thing, especially since I'm about to do something terrible. But what she did to me was terrible, and I simply can't forget it.

Images and horrible memories fill my mind, just as they always do when I think of it. The craziness, the neediness, and the murder of my brother.

No. I command myself to stop. If I continue my thoughts, I know exactly what will happen. Tears will fall uncontrollably down my cheeks and I'll start to break down. I won't be able to move. My legs will become weak and I'll fall, and lay here until someone finds me. It can't happen now. Especially since I'm so close to freedom.

I try and focus my attention back to the main reason why I'm doing this. My mom is terrible person. My life will be better if I do this.

I keep repeating that in my head as I walk down the steps and onto the cold, frost covered grass that crinkles under my black boots as I begin my walk to the woods. Part of me tells me to go back, and forget about the horrible situations that have occurred; maybe things will get better. But the other part of me assures me that people never change. Once a crazy murderer, always a crazy murderer.

I manage to keep the dark thoughts from entering my brain as I make my way into the shadowy woods. Owls are hooting, twigs are snapping, but being alone in the forest at night doesn't scare me. Only one thing does: my mother.

I shudder and realize my thoughts are wondering. I stop dead in my tracks and take a deep breath. My stomach is empty, but it feels full… of guilt? I'm just confusing myself. How can I be guilty for leaving? I'm not welcome at home, so why do I feel so bad about running away?

Because deep down, your mom does care about you, I hope but I know it's not true. If she actually cared about me, she wouldn't treat me like this. Like I'm a fleck of dust that's microscopic, yet still taking up too much room.

My eyesight suddenly becomes blurry, and before I know it, salty water runs down my face. I wipe the tears away and pretend like nothing ever happened. Like I'm leaving in some sort of dream that rapidly turns into a dark and twisted nightmare.

I start to run through the woods at full speed. The sooner I leave the better. All this pain and sadness will be left behind and I'll finally have a new beginning. A new way to live my life that won't end in suffering and sorrow. Finally, I'll be free.