Chapter 9: Ending It
Me: Hey guys. This is the shortest chapter I have ever written for this story. Percy has finally broken and is going to end it. I hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson. Rick Riordan does but I do own the OCs.
Warning: Suicide
'Are you ready?' the voice asked.
I ended up at Camp Half Blood after leaving the park. I slipped into my cabin and made sure no one could see me. Luckily, no one did and now I was on my bed, Riptide in my hand.
'Of course,' I said, my resolve remaining strong.
I took a deep breath as I thought about the last six or so years of my life. From my first monster, to Camp Half Blood, to meeting Annabeth, to defeating Gaea. All the memories filled me with a sense of happiness and contentment. I knew I could die peacefully knowing I lived my life. I kind of regretted not going to college but I know learning wasn't my strong point.
'I'm ready,' I thought.
I raised Riptide to my arm and slit both my wrists. I then made more cuts on my arms. I felt the blood run down my arm and my vision became blurry. I felt my breathing began to slow.
'Annabeth, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I wasn't strong enough. I love you so much and I hope you can move on. Grover, thank you for being my friend. I hope you have a long and happy life. Everyone, I'm so sorry. I wish it could be different. Goodbye everyone. I hope you find happiness.'
And with that, Percy Jackson took his last breath.
So dear readers, I leave you with a question. Should Percy live or die? I honestly wanted him to recover but after writing this, I want the opposite. But I want your opinion though. I'm going to leave a poll on whether or not he should live, die, or if I should write both scenarios. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Bye.