HAHAHAHA IM SO TERRIBLE I KNOW. I came back to this site for the first time in a while and read your guys' reviews and I couldn't help but feel absolutely horrible. I also realize how bad my writing was, and so I'm going to continue the storyline, but make it more sophisticated. Somehow.
Let me know after this chapter if you want me to continue, or remove this chap and redo the story (the whole thing centering around this, sorta)
Peace.
Percy slid down the wall of the janitor's closet and stuck his head in his hands, before messily wiping away at the salty tears cascading down his face.
How could I be such an idiot? I let the one thing I love most in my life slip through my fingers, and now she'll never love me again. She used to love me. But now she doesn't. Now no one does.
Percy started to gasp, choking on his air as painful memories rushed into his mind, rendering him unable to breathe or even think.
A 7 year-old Percy sat in the back of his closet, small hands desperately clutching his ears, trying to block out the sounds from below.
"GABE PLEASE!"
"SHUT UP YOU WHORE!"
Dull thuds echo through the house and Percy hears glass shattering, chairs flipping, his mother falling. He could feel every bang deep within his bones, before it became very quiet.
Percy was about to stand up and come out of his hiding place, heart pounding, the sound of his blood rushing in his ears.
But then he heard a terrible gasping sound.
He was choking her.
Tears rushed down his cherubic face even faster, and he curled in on himself just wishing for it all to stop.
Stop.
CRASH!
His nails dug into his palms, leaving bright red bloody crescents.
Stop.
"HELP! ANYBODY PL-"
He pressed even harder, blood flowing through the small crescent like cuts, spattering the floor of his closet with red.
"Stop."
Percy looked up, his small closet now wide open, to see a young girl.
Her frizzy blonde hair was tied up into a ponytail, and she sported a T-shirt with some denim shorts.
"You're going to hurt yourself," she whispered, sharp silvery eyes seemingly digging into Percy's soul.
"Come here."
The girl sat down next to Percy in the confines of his small closet, and hugged him close to her, her small hands burning through his flimsy shirt, warming his skin.
"You shouldn't have left your window open you know. That's how people get robbed."
Percy just nods, burying deeper into the warm confines of her body.
"Happened to my mom. Dad calls her a genius, but she was robbed. But then he killed her."
Percy looks up, confused, to see the girl shedding a small tear. She quickly wipes it away with the back of her hand.
"Your mom will be okay Seaweed Brain. I made sure of it."
Percy looks up, the sound of sirens in the distance, and hugs her tighter, whispering small mixed up words of gratitude.
In a small voice, he sniffles in confusion, "Seaweed Brain?"
"Yeah," she says softly, "Your eyes remind me of Seaweed, and you don't talk much at all."
"Then I guess," Percy shyly looked into her eyes, "You're Wise Girl."
"Okay then," her piercing gray eyes sparkled, "Wise Girl and Seaweed Brain… I like the sound of that."