Disclaimer: I own nothing. But I do own the tears I cried when I wrote this. Picture it, and maybe you'll cry too. Just remember: I'm 12, and I'm not the best ever, okay? And she was stabbed with a poison knife. Oh, and PLEASE review.
Wow, what a way to go. I could be bravely defending the world, saving people, but no, I die because of a stupid knife! Thalia, why did you ignore the kid? Sure, he looked lost and agreed to come, but why didn't I think about it? I couldn't stop him. I could've saved myself, if only I thought before agreeing. I hate my life. I mean, I just got it back, and I'm already dying again! What... what if I can't be saved? What if I'm doomed this time? After all, I was lucky to come back, but I didn't get to see much of life.
Next thing I see, all my friends are running over. "THALIA!" Screamed Annabeth, jumping over rocks to get to me. "No! We just got you back!"
"It's... not like I want to go." I said weakly. "Okay, time for death speech. Annabeth, I love you like a sister. You were always there for me, and I'll be watching from above... or below, or whatever. Percy, you're okay like a brother. And, get your brain in gear, you two! Get together. You're perfect for each other... Wow, is that all that was here? I feel so loved, with two people. Wait, Grover. Okay, Grover, you'll get that searcher's permit thing. And make sure to get Juniper. She's perfect for you."
Nico came over, I saw him out of the corner of my eye. I saw his distraught face and Percy said, "Guys, let's give them some space." He said, moving away, dragging Annabeth and Grover with him.
"Hey." I said weakly. "So... how's life?"
"It won't be much without you." He said, sitting beside me. "Thalia, don't go, please? I, I love you." He mumbled the last bit.
"Love... It finds ways to kill you from the inside. Yet I love you, and I die on the outside." I mused, my eyes growing heavy.
"I'll visit you." He said, determined.
"Look at it this way; I'll be waiting for you... All of you... Tell, tell them I love... them all. I love... you the most." I mumbled. "Good...bye..." I closed my eyes, never again to see, hear, touch, taste, or smell. Never again to feel rejection, love, friendship, warmth, or anything. I'm nothing but the wind now, a soul. I watch my friends, and I'm with them in their happiest and worst times. Nico visits me often, and I can see the small light in his eyes that means love when he looks at me.
I'm waiting, Nico.