Hi readers! So this is my fanfiction, NicoxOC. Though the OC's real name is Cecilia, she likes to go by Lia. (So far, and maybe the entire story) I'm going to just identify P.O.V.'s with the character's first initial. This is a really short introductory chapter...sorry. It's my first PJO fanfic (uploaded) so please R&R! Anything you have to say is much appreciated ;v;

******I don't own Percy Jackson and the Olympians...series or characters, but I do own my OC :) I also don't own the song below or its lyrics****

My eyes are open wide
And by the way, I made it
Through the day
I watched the world outside
By the way, I'm leaving out
Today...

Tell my mother,
Tell my father
I've done the best I can
To make them realize
This is my life
I hope they understand
I'm not angry, I'm just saying...
Sometimes goodbye
Is a second chance

Please don't cry
One tear for me
I'm not afraid of
What I have to say
This is my one and
Only voice

- Second Chance by Shinedown

Chapter One - L

"I hate this! I hate everything!" I scream.

I tear at my flesh, yanking out hair and clawing at my eyes. In my mind, that is. In reality, I am screaming silently into my pillow, choking back sobs. Anger pulses through my veins, and I cannot take it any longer. A surge of capricious defiance surges through me, and it's dangerous. Hastily, half-conscious, I snatch a bag up from the floor. It is packed, and always has been since I was eight years old. I restocked the bag with bags of crackers, cereal, water bottles, and whatnot every year - it also contained much money that I'd accumulated and managed to save. My emergency bag. Clothes, a small first aid kit I put together, Titanium scissors, and a box of tacks. There was no way I could get away with swiping a knife in this household.

This house. It infuriated me, everything about it. My mother was a perfectionist, refusing to believe that I could be a degree less than the epitome of flawless. My father was strict and solemn. Both were unforgiving and hard to talk to, not to mention that they did not understand an ounce of me. Their daughter. Fifteeen years and they had no clue who I was?

It had only taken a small thing to get me worked up this time, but I was deeply maddened. I recalled all the injustice they'd inflicted upon me throughout my life. I opened up my window and took a deep breath. I put my backpack on and jumped.

I live in a three-story townhouse. My bedroom lay at the top, and below there is grass. Landing most ungracefully and quite hard on my feet, I fell to the ground. I took a sharp inhale and hobbled over to conceal myself behind a bush. When I was confident that I was out of sight, I rolled into a ball and emitted gasps of pain. My ankles were killing me, and I could only hope that I hadn't sprained or twisted anything. Or gods forbid, broken a bone. Despite the pain, I forced myself to roll my feet, and flex. After a while, the agony became bearable and I stepped up. I would miss nothing, except for the pool.

So, that's about it for the first chap. Please review and tell me what you think/any ideas perhaps? Thanks so much if you decided to give this a try :) Next chapter should be up in a jiffy. And this chapter was a bit angsty I guess but the rest of the story won't be, so please don't turn the story down just cause of that :( The little OC is going to meet some familiar faces very soon.