A/n:
I am not happy about this because I wrote this entire story once and then it didn't save! So I am kinda discouraged but I really like this idea so I'm writing this again anyway. (: The idea was given to me by thegirlwiththerainboweyes and I think it's awesome. It might not be very good because I'm not amazing at fics based on emotions but I'm giving it a try. I hope you like it. (: (I can't believe it didn't save two fucking THOUSAND words and they didn't save *cries*) Here you go.
Third Person P.O.V
Percy was in bed. Two weeks since he woke up in this clean prison and he'd gotten visitors every day. Whether it was Amelia and Penny or his friends and/or family, he always got a visitor and today was no exception. The only difference was the visitors themselves, Percy had never met them before.
He was lying on the bed, just thinking about things, when the family came in, a father, a mother and their daughter. They looked terrible; as if they hadn't slept in two weeks and had been crying all that time.
"Are you Percy Jackson?" The man, the father, asked him.
"Yes," Percy replied hesitantly, it was never good when people knew his name it usually men they were monsters, he felt sorry for the obviously miserable family though so he tried to be nice, "What can I do for you?" He thought that was pretty polite. Then the mother spoke up.
"What can you do for us?!" She shrieked, she was obviously very angry, "You, you Bastard, can go back and save our son, our son Christopher Summers who was killed when you could have saved him! It would have been easy for you. You had no trouble jumping in front of a random woman, but my son, the most amazing boy imaginable, just wasn't good enough to be saved! He didn't make the cut! You just left him to be brutally murdered, leaving a mourning fiancé and an unborn child behind! Not to mention a sister and parents! No, he just wasn't good enough for the great, brave Percy Jackson!" Her words made Percy's heart shatter. They were the family of one of the people he failed to save. His chest tightened with guilt and he felt tears prick his eyes.
"I'm sorry. I really, truly am." He whispered, sorrow colouring his voice, but apparently it wasn't good enough.
"SORRY!" The girl yelled, " Sorry isn't going to bring back my big brother!" She looked about 17, just two years younger than Percy himself. "Sorry isn't going to fix the pain you caused by letting him die! Sorry isn't going to mend the family which was tourn apart because you couldn't be bothered to stop it!" She knew it wasn't actually the boy's fault, but she'd lost her brother and they needed someone real to blame. The gunmen were just masked ghouls to them, not real enough to shoulder the guilt and blame for their beloved Chris' death. So the boy was.
Through her rant, the grieving sister let out her emotions and before she even realised it there were tears running down her cheeks like acid through metal. The sorrow burning through her heart like it was those of her family. The boy looked genuinely guilty though, as if he truly blamed himself.
"I am so-so sorry. If I could go back I truly, truly would. I would do anything to fix it." The remorse was clear in his tone, so clear and true that it was heart-breaking to hear. He took a deep, shuddering breath. "Would you-would you tell me about him?" The family were shocked, ever since they'd received a phone call asking for Christopher Summer's next-of-kin they had been mourning, hating a boy who they had thought was a good-for-nothing, spoilt teenager who couldn't be bothered to save their son when he would save a random woman. But here he was, sincerely miserable and remorseful about what had happened and was genuinely asking to know more about the man he had 'failed' to save, even he seemed to think he'd failed. It was astounding. The girl got over it first and answered his question.
"He was the most amazing big brother imaginable, he cred for everyone and everything who needed it and looked after us all." She smiled sadly at the memories of her beloved brother.
"He was smart to." Added her Mother, "Always top of the class. Just got a scholarship for the best medical school in the country, he wanted to become a doctor. To save lives." Her voice cracked at the last part. I'll just have to save more to make up for those this man whom I failed would have. Percy promised himself.
"He was a trouble maker too." It was the father now, "Always getting into trouble for playing pranks." The grieving father sighed, remembering all the annoying pranks his son had played on him which he now realized he would give anything to have back and experience again.
Percy took this all in and nodded, tears started to fall down his face, if only I'd saved him.
"What about you?" The girl felt it was only fair, he'd listened to them, "Tell us about yourself."
The hurt boy shifted uncomfortably in his bed, "There's really not that much to tell: I have ADHD and dyslexia which makes school real fun (note the sarcasm) I went through six schools in as many years, I only managed to stay longer in my current school, been there two years now. I go to this Greek-themed camp for kids like me which is great. It's where I met my amazing girlfriend Annabeth. I'd do anything for her, she had blond curls that go down her back and stormy grey eyes which always seem as if they're looking into your soul and calculating the best way to kill you at the same time. She is crazily smart and can win any argument. I've know her since I was 12 and I've been dating her for about 3 years now. The best 3 years of my life." He smiled so happily it was heart warming, " My dad was lost at sea for years but came back when I was 12 and my mum is the best woman ever. She was married to this abusive jerk called Gabe for years after I was born but now she's married to my new step-dad, Paul, who is absolutely perfect for her. She deserves to be happy." He was sincere that anyone would love the people he spoke so highly of instantly and the family couldn't help but like him.
Here they were, thinking he was a terrible person with a perfect life who let their Chris die when in fact he was an incredibly brave boy who'd had a very hard life, they were about to remark on the fact when he shifted uncomfortably again and the blanket fell off his bare chest slightly revealing his web of scars and wounds.
"What happened to you?" Gasped the girl aghast. He tried to shrug it off as nothing.
"Oh, just some family conflict on my dad's side, you could say they had...feuds...and being the only son of one of the leaders I had to lead the...fighting. It's fine though, I've been through worse." He said it so easily, as if he truly had been through much. much worse and no-longer saw the terrible wounds as anything serious, now the mortal family truly understood as much as they could about the young hero. They'd given the teenage boy the perfect opportunity to brag endlessly, but instead he'd spent the whole time talking about his family and friends, then he goes and tries to shrug off a terrible experience. He was strong. There was no doubting it now.
"We're sorry." Said the mother, "I believe I speak for us all when I saw we really are very, very sorry. We came in here thinking the worst of you and now we're told this." The rest of the family nodded in agreement. "It was-it was incredibly brave of you to save that woman." It was hard to say but it was the right thing. And he obviously appreciated it.
"Thank you. I just wish I could have saved your son and the others as well." He looked so guilty she had to say something.
"It isn't your responsibility to save everyone." She didn't know how meaningful here statement really was. He nodded.
"I think I'm beginning to except that." And he smiled.
A/n:
There you go, all rewritten. And I think (as much as it pains me to say it) that it might actually be better than before. I shortened it because I didn't have the heart to do more and I didn't want to drag it out. I hope you all liked it, as I said emotional fics aren't my forte. Please review and tell me what I did right and wrong.
Thanks for reading. (:
-Samantha2611
