A/N: I have to say, I'm liking this free verse thing. Very fun to write!

So here's Thalia, losing her shit at Luke, even though he's dead. Because it was never shown in the book how Thalia reacted to the whole "Oh, Luke's evil now!" thing. And everyone knows she'd be totally pissed off. Because, when she was a tree, what do you think he was doing? Joining up with his best buddy Kronos and plotting to take over the world.

Yeah, I can't imagine she'd take that little bit of news very well.

Anyways, review and tell me what you think, please!

apparently, promises don't count

when you go completely batshit crazy

and when you

can't

get

over

yourself

to save your damned life

(because, you know, it would've saved your life)

and you always said that I

should just forgive and forget

but as soon as I got myself turned into a damned tree

(I was saving your ass, and don't you ever forget it)

you just flipped out

and how do you think I felt?

oh, silly me, silly Thalia

trees don't feel

so thank you, Daddy

(I wish you'd been eaten, too)

for ruining everything

and if he'd just let me die

(why couldn't he just let me die?)

then everything and everyone would be

much

better

off

and if you had just forgotten about it

(and your dumbass crazy mother, too)

then we might have had a stupid Disney ending

we might have had

happily

ever

after

except I was dead

(no, I was a fucking PINE TREE)

and you were just crazy

couldn't you see that she needed you?

Annabeth, sweetheart,

that little girl

(the one who tried to kill you with a hammer)

she needed you

and you let her down

you broke your promises

but she still looked up to you

she still loved you

(can't you see that she loved you?)

and you were like a brother to her

so I guess you got your wish

because we were a family

just like the families we'd left behind

and maybe I was the mommy

(oh, kill me now)

and I was gone, because I had better things to do

(like sit around and be a tree)

and you were the daddy

(isn't that lovely?)

and you were cold and bitter because you'd lost something

you'd lost someone

and Annabeth was the little kid

and she had lost both her parents

and neither one seemed to give a damn

because one of them wasn't around

and the other just didn't care

let's pretend

that I was still

A

L

I

V

E

that I had better things to do

than stay around with my family

and let's just say hypothetically

that I was damned immortal goddess

and you were just a regular mortal

(poor, poor you)

and Annabeth was half-and-half

she didn't belong in either world

and she was lost

and all she wanted was for you to take care of her

because damn it, she was just a little kid

is this sounding

F

A

M

I

L

I

A

R

yet?

we swore that we'd be a family

and not like the families we'd left behind

but we were

because I died

and you just couldn't get over it

oh, oh, Daddy doesn't love me

I can never be a true hero

can you shut the fuck up

because you had it better than some

(at least you weren't a tree)

and, sure, you were responsible

sure, you stepped up to a challenge

but you left her

you left Annabeth

do you remember her, Luke?

do you?

and I know that it isn't nice

to be angry at the dead

(but I'm not exactly a nice person, after all)

and I can't help it

because I loved you

we loved you

and you let us down

and you

broke

your

promises

and even now

when I'm not supposed to be thinking like this

(because I swore a damned oath)

I can't let it go

just like you couldn't let it go

and every mention of you

every time I'm reminded of you

it's like someone stuck a knife in my back

and twisted the blade

and I guess you'll always be my

K

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P

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