This is my first short story and I know I'm pretty bad at writing, but try to enjoy. I had nothing else to do!

Warning: dark!Percy

Flames are for Leo Valdez.

Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson. Isn't that obvious enough?

She seemed perfect.

What was not to love about her? Those calculating grey eyes, her princess curls, the smile when she though positively. She looked so innocent, so flawless.

And yet she was the demon to steal his heart, chop it into pieces, and drive over it.

Annabeth Chase was a true monster.

Percy was broken. He thought they could be forever. He truly was a Seaweed Brain. No girl would stay with him. He was weak, powerless, ugly, and rude.

If he was worthless, why did it hurt him so much to see his love sucking the face off of Jason? Obviously, she would have always picked him over Percy. Why did it hurt? Why?

Why. That was the only thing Percy could think of. Why would she do this? What did he do to her? For months now, she was cheating on him heavily with his friend. Could she not see the blood? Could she not see all the pain? The scars?

Could she not see the blood? That's repeated in his mind. His head throbbed, as he staggered across his little confinement room. Could she not see the blood?

She couldn't see. Percy had to make her see.

He wrote a little not to Annabeth and signed it. That would be the last thing she would see.

He steadied himself and started making his way towards the kitchen. The knife. Where was the knife?

He pulled open a drawer and took out a well sharpened cleaver. Placing it above his wrist, he hesitated. Is this the answer?

It didn't matter. He had to do it. Slowly, he dragged the knife across his wrist, forming a gash. Blood dripped down his wrist to the floor. He took the not from his pocket and hovered it below his cut.

The blood dripped down and splattered on the note. Now she could finally see the blood. Now she would understand.

But what if she didn't? Percy couldn't risk it. She must. He will make her. A smile crept up on his ashen face. An oath to keep with a final breath.

An oath to keep with a final breath.

Percy was sure about this. He grinned even wider, a wild look in his eyes. The once sea green iris' were now dark and bloodshot.

"I swear on the River Styx my blood will be the last thing she sees.

Sooo... How was it? Constructive Criticism is welcomed.

Hope you liked it :3