A/N: Hi, guys. This is my first attempt at PJO fanfiction...or any fanfiction really. Not that it matters. I don't expect you to go easy on me because of that. Anyway, this is a Thalia oneshot. There might be more in the future, but I'm not sure.

I hope you guys like it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson and the Olympians.


It is raining.

Droplets batter against the window, streaking it with the sky's tears. Thunder rumbles high above like rocks in an avalanche, and lightning slices the world in half.

It's a storm, and it empowers her.

She's not sure why she gets these mad leaps in energy every stormy day, but she doesn't question it-the sensation is good, makes her feel like, for once, she's in control.

Her mother is screaming again, probably arguing with the director of her latest Lifetime movie.

Her mother often plays the corrupted pretty girl - the one who used to be a straight-A good girl but got addicted to drugs or alcohol or got pregnant or whatever. Sometimes, she wonders if any one knows how easy of a part that is for her mother to play.

Now there's the sound of clinking glass, sloshing liquid, wet gulps, dry gasps. Over and over and over again, a strange rhythm, a kind of music she knows all too well.

Then her mother is in front of her, eyes wild, detached-her mouth is rounding and flattening over words-I hate you, I hate you, get out, you disgusting little monster-and the storm rages, the thunder roars, and she suddenly feels powerful, not the least bit afraid.

She calmly stands and walks out of the house, leaving her mother a broken mess on the floor, screaming at ghosts. She heads down the street, away, finally away, and the storm fades to a light drizzle.


Well, that's it. It's short, yes. Too short? Let me know!

It's not the best, but...review please?

Praise is hoped for, constructive criticism is begged for, and flames are flames, light them if you have to.

Thanks so much for reading! =]