A/N: The short letter(s) you are about to view were written by various demigods, mortals, gods, and other mythical deities and are extremely confidential, with all purposes to be sent. Sadly (or maybe not) the letters were never received.

Disclaimer: This is not my idea, but I have gotten permission from the fabulous gethsemane342 to publish this.

Dear Mom,

I'm finally speaking to you, but I really wish I didn't have to. Still, there are some things that need to be discussed. By the time you get this, I'll already be gone far away. So, I'm just going to do the talking. Funny, isn't it that never was possible at home? It was always about you- well now I'm better off without you. If I still was with you, I'd have to keep my feelings all bottled up. Oh, but now, now I can say everything I've always wanted to say to you. Take a seat and maybe even a bottle of your favorite vintage 1976 Noceto Frivolo Moscato Bianco wine because this might be a little harsh.

I have friends who take care of me better than you ever could. They don't forget birthdays or not forget to drive me to school. Sometimes it can be a little rough without a permanent shelter, but we manage.

I'd rather live in a Bubonic Plagued Europe in a rat infested house than with you.

I hope that stung. I really, really do. I hope you get why I left now; that is if you even noticed yet. I did it because anywhere was better with you. Any place that didn't regret my birth or held secrets because, "I couldn't be trusted."

I ran away because I wanted to be loved- even if it meant loved by a pair of Buddhist Monks that found me on the sidewalk. I wanted to know how it felt. I don't know what environment you grew up in, that made you such a selfish bitch. Was it Hollywood? All the adoring fans got to your head? The headlines that addressed you as the new "It Girl?" Well, those were the days before me- before I came into the picture and ruined your life. I mean because it was certainly me who ruined your career and not all the drugs (or as you say vitamin pills) and alcohol.

I don't care. You'd probably just lie to me on why you really can't stand me. But, I would like to clarify this, I know how love feels; my new family has given it to me. Let me be the first to tell you, I was right that was nothing you ever gave me.

I don't have the empty feeling of waiting for your approval on anything anymore. In case you didn't notice, I pretty much quit school. So, I guess I'm not Dartmouth or Brown or Yale or Harvard material after all. Finally something you got right!

There's nothing left for me to say.

Have fun with your booze, I'll have fun without you.

Your mistake of a daughter,

Thalia freaking Grace

A/N: Take it into consideration these are supposed to be short. Feedback? Something I work on?

You know you love me,

Bianca