Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians or Heroes of Olympus
Enjoy if you're into this kind of thing. I've been getting depressed lately, so I figured why not try to get it out through writing.
Percy's POV
Silence.
Quiet.
Emptiness.
This was all I could understand as I sat alone in my cabin.
I leaned back against my bed, staring into my empty hands.
Nobody was there for me anymore. My parents had drifted away from me as I grew older. I changed. I wasn't the perfect little boy anymore. Now I was just a teenager who caused them more trouble than I was worth.
My dad ignored me now. Ever since the war with Gaia had ended, nothing came from him. I never heard from him or got any signs anymore. The only thing I had that reminded me of whose son I was, was the salt water fountain in my cabin.
And Annabeth… Annabeth was gone. The person I loved so much that I would give my life for her... She had sacrificed herself in the battle against Gaia. She left me for the greater good, to save mankind and Olympus. To save me.
She told me that it was the only way then ran without another word. There wasn't time for another word.
I wiped the tears from my face, sitting alone in the darkness of the cabin. I tipped the bottle up to my lips again and was greeted by a burning sensation in my throat. I didn't mind, it was the only thing that could numb the pain. That could make me forget.
I put the bottle down beside me and looked at the liquid inside. It was the only thing that filled the silence.
The emptiness.
The loneliness.
The lacking.
The missing.
The pain…