Author's Note: Hey guys! I just got this idea while I was asleep last night. It's a little sad, but I want to post it. Also later today I will be updating my story Goode High School and posting another new one. Thanks for reading!
Percy POV
Today was the terrible anniversary. The anniversary of the day my life fell apart. The day Annabeth left, my mom died, and I became an outcast at Camp Half-blood. This day one year ago, I deemed my life not worth living. I wanted to crawl in a hole and die, but I couldn't bring myself to. I kept picturing my mom's face in my mind saying that I should keep living. I then flashed back to that day.
I was finally going home to see my mom after three years. I was stuck fighting in the Giant War and I couldn't see her. The last time I talked to her was that phone call in Alaska or somewhere near there. I was driving in my car that I bought the day after I got back. I had too much money from people. I was ecstatic that I could see my mom. She even said that she was making her special blue cookies that taste amazing. I finally got to the apartment and got out of the blue Prius. I was walking up the steps when I heard a scream inside. I ran through the door only to see a man in all black hit my mom on the head with an aluminum baseball bat. She looked at me and mouthed I love you and crumpled to the floor dead. The man turned around and saw me standing in the door. I suddenly sensed his presence and sensed that he was not mortal. He was a demi-god. I pulled out riptide and advanced, but he fled as soon as he saw who I was. When he left his hood slid down revealing bright Apollo-blue eyes and blonde hair, with a scar tht went from his right eyebrow across his face to the apple of his cheek. He quickly jumped through the window and disappeared. Like, really disappeared. When I went over to the window he was gone. I went to check on my mom, but on the way I saw Paul with his skull bashed in and blood still spurting from his nose. When I saw my mom I broke down crying. She looked terrible and was dead. Her skull was bashed in, one of her fell out of her socket, and her ear was ripped off. I saw the bat next to her and picked it up. It just so happened that Annabeth and Poseidon walked in at that moment. All they saw was Percy with a bat staring down at his dead mother with tears on his face. It looked pretty suspicious, atleast from my point of view. I looked up at them and they both started yelling at me for killing her. Once they were done I knew neither of them truly loved me. If they truly loved me then they would never think I would kill the most wonderful person in the world, the queen among women, my beloved mother. I went to my bedroom with tears still dripping on my face. I grabbed a backpack and stuffed clothes, ambrosia, nectar, small daggers, and a sleeping bag. I went to my mom's room, and even though it pained me to do so, I looked through her purse for money. I decided I would go to Alaska. I then ran out to my car and started driving.
End of flashback
That was exactly one year ago. Annabeth and Poseidon told the camp and Olympus that I killed my mother and I was exiled. I laughed bitterly at the thought. Their hero as they called me. The one who saved Olympus twice and never asked for anything in return. I saved them and they repaid me with a knife in the back. I did more than any other hero, and they never appreciated it. I tried to be the perfect, loyal hero, but in the end my loyalty proved nothing to them. Not even my father loved me. I loved all of them and now my fatal flaw destroyed me. I missed them all dearly, but I knew in my heart of hearts that they hated every part of me. I wish they could've trusted me and they broke me like a pack mule. They ruined my life. When I moved to Alaska I was able to start a new life without the Gods. I started completely over. Here I was known as the nice, shy, 21 year-oldwho moved to Alaska a year ago. I was the one who helped everyone no matter what. I was loyal beyond comprehension. There was one old lady who was so nice to me. She wasn't able to do much, but when I helped her she would give me a hot meal and she would be friendly. We never told each other's name, but she was like my second mother and always believed in me and took care of me. I loved her like I loved my mother and she was always there for me. Then I went to do work on her front yard and knocked on the door. When there was no answer I went in. There she was, lying on the floor with a kitchen knife stabbed in her heart. There was a man in all black standing over her dead body. He looked familiar and then it hit me. He was the man who killed me. I pulled out riptide and advanced on the man. This time he came prepared. He fought me and all my battle instincts took over. I slashed, rolled, then dodged. It became a pattern. We did this for a while before I lost balance on my roll. He then slashed and I tried to block, but I missed and he got my heart. Then, when I felt my life start to bleed out of me, I woke up. WAIT! I woke up? It was all just a dream. I noticed Annabeth's head on my chest. We were in my room in my mom's apartment. When I tried to move out of bed, Annabeth woke up. "what's wrong?" she asked. I said "bad dream" and she immediately understood. Since tartarus, we were literally, inseperable. We couldn't be more than a few feet apart or we would both freak out. She snuggled up to me and I said, "I love you five-ever" and we fell asleep.
Author's Note: Hey again! I wanna say that I am in a good mood, so I had to dampen my spirits with this one-shot. Atleast it had a happy ending, right? Also, five-ever is longer than forever right? R&R! :D