Hello! I'm still so so sorry that I skipped a few days and didn't tell you. I hope you can all forgive me. :( Anyways, polls: still up. Day Level (anger or excitement): frustration mostly. Day Average: Awful. Hope your day was better than mine! My terrible day goes out to a person named Sarah. Thanks (not!) for making it all happen. I own nothing and i hope this chapter is more enjoyable than my day! (Wont have to enjoy this too much for it to beat my day! That's saying something.)

Song: "Cause ya had a bad day, taking one down. Sing a sad song just to turn it around. you had a bad day," Bad Day by Daniel Powter

Quote: want to know what I hate most in life? Life. (By someone in Social Studies 1)

Percy's POV

My three friends stared at me, waiting for me to speak. I sighed, knowing I had backed myself into a corner.

I opened my mouth to speak. "It all began when I was five years old. I was sitting on the steps of our apartment because I had gotten into a fight in school and didn't want to face my mom. It was my first school right and I didn't know how she would react. As I was sitting, a man passing by stopped right in front of me."

"Who was he?" Thalia asked.

"He never said his name. He did ask me questions, to which I answered them all truthfully, I was just five. He asked things like if I had a mom, dad, and any siblings. He asked where they all were. Who my best friend was. Even the names of all the pets I've ever owned. Then, the man asked me what I would do if I met my dad and he was in trouble. I replied saying, "my dad will never come back. He'll never need my help. But if he did I'd help him, even though it would be reluctantly." The man seemed satisfied and walked away. I stared after him though."

"Why? It's rude to stare," Annabeth said snobbishly.

"I stared because his hair was golden like a polished watch, and his eyes were the color of molten gold. I stared because even if I didn't know it for about seven more years, that man was Kronos. And I had told him about my entire family, most of my life in fact," I retorted, voice cold as ice.

Annabeth's eyes widened. Thalia gasped and Nico's face took on a mask of shock. "Kronos?! As in LORD OF TIME?! The Crooked One? The one you killed on Olympus? That Kronos?!" Nico hissed.

I nodded slowly, then regretted it as my head started to throb. "That Kronos."

"Why don't we all take some time to ourselves to think over the stuff everyone told us and see if it connects to the prophecy in any way? Ok great! I'm going to go sit back on top of the trash mound," Thalia said then jogged away.

Trash mound? Oh yeah we're at a junkyard. Why we stopped here I don't know. I bet Annabeth chose it. I have a phobia of junkyards now; everytime I see one I'm brought back to the time when Bianca...died. I still can't believe she's gone. It's all my fault. I failed her and Nico.

Thalia wouldn't have stopped us at a junkyard; she was there when Bianca died too. I'm sure she doesn't have the exact same feelings as I do, but I'm willing to bet they're close enough.

And Nico. Poor poor Nico. No wonder he's been the one getting the food and everything else. His sisted died in a junkyard (because I failed to protect her). I'm sure just being here hurts him as much as it hurts me, maybe more or less because he didn't actually see her die. I did. Everything seems to center around me. Yippee. (Not).

Thalia went to go sit atop the trash heap, Annabeth was seated by the fence (wonder if it's electric...) where the only tree in this junkyard grew and I was sitting/lying where I've been ever since I woke up. Nico disappeared, most likely "getting food" or just avoiding this gods-dreadful place.

A thought over what everyone said.

Annabeth's secret was that she wanted to abandon me in Tartarus when we were together. Does that mean move on without me, hurt/injure me, or... Worse. I'm hoping it just meant move on without me, or else I'm not sure how I would go on with that thought raging through my mind.

Thalia's secret was that she killed her mom. It was indirectly, of course, but if you really think about it the whole thing is her fault from the start. Not the start of her birth or anything, but from when she ran away. That all kinda led up to that. It is her mom's fault she ran away, but she chose to run away in the first place. This all just giving me a major headache.

Now Nico. Poor poor poor Nico. I don't know about you, but I absolutely HATE stories about abused kids. What makes people think it's a good idea to harm others? Kids or not! It shouldn't matter who you're hurting; what should matter is that you're hurting someone. It just makes my blood boil at the very sound of it.

Now, if that's how I react to a stranger's story of abuse, imagine how I act when I hear my two cousins were abused. Two young kids living on their own, two kids that I bonded with over a span of a week. Less than a week. Bianca, a happy carefree girl looking out for her little brother, a girl that wanted friends and a normal life. Nico, a boy who used to be carefree, talkative, naive. A boy that all he wanted was to be someone special and cool. A boy that loved Mythomagic and his big sister.

Both abused way too young.

Thalia and Nico's stories are both so sad, so true, yet I can relate to them.

Id been thinking so hard I started to drift off to sleep. My last conscious thought was this:

Head beats the heart. Maybe I'll tell them someday.