It's a replace from the previous one. Hopefully with a better grammar, if not then.. well, I'm sorry :)
He's just a little boy with jet black hair and dark eyes with tints of red that surrounded the iris, making it looked like a splash of blood on a black canvas. His skin is pale, his body is small and petite but yet his face, it's always emotionless. People may think he's cute if he ever smile for once, unfortunately life never give him a chance to be happy for once.
He has a mother with the name of Sally Jackson, who was married once but has two sons with two different fathers. The first born was from her marriage, who she cares very deeply but suffers from deathly disease. His name is Jason Grace, Percy's older brother.
Percy himself was born as the result of her mother's affairs with a nameless stranger or maybe it's not a stranger, just his nameless father, 'because mother refused to ever mention anything about his father, saying it was a mistake, he was a mistake'. He also the reason his mother became a widow. Her husband left her and their three year old son because he couldn't stand that his wife cheated on him and carried a bastard son on her stomach. It's better this way though, at least he didn't turn out as an abusive asshole towards his family.
His mother never cares for him like she does for Jason. He's a reminder for what she had lost many years ago. He never blame her though, for the lack of her love and attention nor he blame his father who put him in this loveless life. Well, until his mother started beating him.
It didn't start with the beating first, it all started when his older brother was diagnosed with leukemia. The situation and the stress caused his mom to lose her temper and then she started calling him names to redeem her guilt. Yes, it all started with 'bastard', 'pathetic', 'useless' and sometimes it's not unusual for him to hear his mother prayed that he never exist.
He accepted all of those in the hope that his mother can get over her frustration and move on 'before it's too late'. But if wishes were fishes, we'd all cast nets. The insults never stop yet the beating came. First, it was only a slap after Jason had his first chemotherapy then it became punching and later to kicking. He let her, he always have, she's still his mother the one who bring him into this cruel world and for that he wants to say thank you. He just hopes his mother can get over it quickly before she lose her two sons, one from sickness and the other because of her.
It hurts so much. He couldn't stand it any longer. Please, make it stop, before it's too late.
He never hate his brother, ever. He loves and cares so deeply for Jason. It never been Jason's fault since the beginning, 'It has never been his fault either'.
Jason is very different from him. While his eyes are dark and scary, Jason's eyes are blue like the clearest sky. While his hair is black as night, Jason's hair is blond and shine beautifully under the sunlight before he got his chemotherapy. His smile is so sweet and always lit up the mood. His face is flawless, his body is tall and a little thin because of his leukemia.
Jason is the opposite of Percy. Whether it's from their looks or even their character. Jason's always fun and an easy going guy, he's nice and smile a lot, everyone likes him and his optimistic 'or because they pity him'. In the other hand, Percy is shy, gloomy and always brooding. They are like the sun and the moon.
Luckily for Percy, Jason also cares for his little brother as well. He loves Percy and always protective of him 'if only he knew the true danger to his brother is their mom'.
Jason's getting worse. He started coughing up blood, his vision's getting blurry while his body is getting weaker. He has to stay in the hospital for almost a year.
He was predicted to never live pass his eighteenth birthday. They only have six years left if the doctor's assumptions are true, only six years left to make it the best years for Jason and the worst years he has to live.
The beating comes longer and more painful in one way or another. Percy's small body becomes weaker just like Jason's only with different reason. He didn't know how much longer he can hold on. It hurts so much.
He cares for his mother but he hates her more.
He loves his brother but he wants to live too.
As he grows, the feeling of hatred grows. He started questioning his action-his sacrifices, whether it's worth it or not, 'maybe it's not'.
He never try to stop her, much less try to hurt his mother. It doesn't matter if he really wants it or not.
It all changed one day.
It was like any other day when they came home after visiting Jason at the hospital, tears still visible on the corner of his mother's eyes, then quite unexpectedly, his mother slapped him so hard until he fell while holding his cheek. He didn't know what his fault was, his mind told him just to accept it like what he used to do, but his heart wouldn't listen.
He was hurt and tired of all this shit and that meant his mother has to feel his pain too.
And before his mom could hurt him again, she fell on her knees a few feet away from him. Her muscles are tense, her mouth was wide open as the same as her eyes. She was screaming and clutching her head.
He felt raw power running through his veins, his mind was telling him to stop and to snap out of it because she is his mother no matter she never act like one, but his heart once again made the decision for him. All of his hatred towards her, all of the sadness and anger was pouring through that strange power. He really wanted to hurt her and put her into her place, because she deserved it, deserved it for what she had done to him.
He felt it again, the power as it grew. He felt more powerful than before and then it happened, a circle of fire appeared around his dying mother, the flames compete each other like it want to become the first to reach her, her mom's eyes were red like blood while his blood started to pour out of her mouth and nose. He just stood there, glaring at her direction with a sadistic grin on his face without realizing it.
It just needed a little push and his mom will be gone forever, no one can hurt him anymore.
But he couldn't do that, he had to stop no matter how his heart was screaming at him to never stop and just let her mother bleed to death.
In the end he stopped before it's too late. His mother fell again, unconscious before she reached the floor.
He ran into his room, not because he was afraid but because he could feel the addiction from what he could do.
It's a miracle Jason is getting better. After he was released from the hospital two years ago, his condition is far better than before. Whether it means that this is only a temporary or not, it doesn't matter. His brother's great and his mom never dares to lay a finger on him again.
It's all perfect, the best year he ever lived. 'If only it last forever'
Maybe it's just the calm before the storm, he doesn't care.
As the time passed, his appearance changed too, he still has his jet black hair only it became longer and almost reach his eyes but he always keeps his hair no longer past his neck. His body's tall and thin like a teenager who has been smoking all his life, his skin's pale like he never been under the sunlight before, but mostly his eyes which black as night before, changed into red around the pupil, like a ring of fire in the midst of nothingness. Everyone's scared of him, some claimed he's the child of the devil 'He never correct them because part of him knew it's the truth', some claimed that whenever they look into his eyes closely, they could see themselves being tortured and burnt alive.
That was why he never make any friend, not just because of his looks but sometimes they feel uneasy if they stand too close to him.
Well, except that one weird guy with the name of Grover who never leave him alone.
He met Grover when he was still on 6th grade. He's a one weird guy with a walking stick with a thin moustache up his wide lips. They barely talk, but he always there by his side. It's weird, Grover's weird, he's just the unusual guy that will never match with any group at his school, neither did he though. Maybe that's why they always stick together, or more like Grover stick to him for protection against the bullies who curiously never try to treat him like one of their victim.
He doesn't complain though, because he feels better with a company rather than be alone.
And then there's Mr. Brunner, his teacher from Greek Mythology period. He's a middle age guy with a wheel chair. He wondered why all of the good guys at his school couldn't walk. He's nice and fun, he likes him because at least he seems like he cares about his well-being.
For the first time in ever, he actually feels good about himself, for the first time he feels normal like everyone else, like he belongs somewhere. Hopefully, it will always be like this.