This is my first ever finished story so please be nice, but I'll be happy to hear how I can make it better. Thanks to waterpoloplayer for giving me the idea of the character and main idea for the story. The writing is mine. (She is also making another version of this, so read hers story too) Disclaimer: I don't own PJO. It all belongs to Rick Riordan. I hope you enjoy! Please comment and tell me how I did.

Italic: What she is really truly thinking.

I was at the funeral. It was inside the camp. I think it was originally supposed to be outside, but it was raining like crazy today. It almost seemed like even the gods themselves were crying for him. I didn't mean it, I think silently. I made fun of him, but I didn't ask him to die! It wasn't my fault he went and shot himself. He killed himself and I had nothing to do with it. I kept repeating that in my head over and over. After a while I may have even believed it, but all I was doing was hiding from the truth. He died because of me.

My name is Victoria and I am a demi-god. My mother is Aphrodite. Like most Aphrodite's children, I'm beautiful. Two days ago I had made fun of a boy. I'm not even sure what is name was. Michael I think. Anyways, he was a child of some demi-god no one cares about. I bullied him. I bullied him a lot. Now he's dead and its all my fault.

The funeral was over. I couldn't tell you what exactly happened. The whole time it felt like a war was going on in my head.

It's not suicide it's murder.

I never thought this would happen.

I killed him.

I didn't want this to happen.

I'm not a hero...I'm a monster

Look at all the people crying

What would they think if they knew I caused this?

Even though my mind was going 90 miles a minute, I was somehow able to get off my seat. I was walking toward the exit when I heard the sobbing. In the far corner of the room, a woman was crying. I realized it was his mother.

She deserves to know what happened.

I sucked in a deep breath and walked toward her. The mother had black hair and pale skin, but that's all you could see. Her head was hunched and she looked like she was about to collapse. I finally got to her. "I...I" I whisper. The women lifted her head. Her eyes are all puffy and red.

She deserves to know...She deserves to know.

I couldn't tell her. I'm perfect. I'm great. I am Aphrodite's daughter. "I am sorry for your loss," I say lamely

Her son dies. I kill him and that's all I can say.

I turned around and started walking toward the door. Before I know it I'm literally sprinting to theAphrodite cabin. The mother's devastated eyes flashing in my head and tears come in my eyes. I've never cried. I have not cried for six years…

Why did I have to notice the mother?

Why did she have to look like that?

And the biggest question:

Why do I have tears in my eyes?