Is it bad that I actually did my research for this chapter? Like for the flowers and stuff? Well, I wanted it to be as realistic as possible. I didn't really proofread this chapter as thoroughly as I tend to, so please forgive any mistakes.

Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson. Rick Riordan does.

Chapter Twenty-One

(Percy's POV)

"That'll be $9." Katie told me. She worked as a cashier at Demeter's Garden, which was this pretty popular flower shop. The smell of various different flowers, filled the store. All the different scents shouldn't really have gone well together, but they somehow did. Anyways, I handed her a ten dollar bill, and she gave me one dollar in change. She then gave me three dyed-blue roses, in this little wrapping paper. Katie informed me in advance that it was dyed, but I didn't care. It was blue. "Who's it for?" She asked me.

"My family." I replied.

She got a confused look. "You mean your mom?"

"Well, her, my dad, and my brother." I responded. Thankfully, she didn't question, but that didn't mean that another person won't.

"Your dad and your brother?" Travis asked. He worked here because "he needed more money." But, truthfully, he probably just wanted to get closer to Katie. "What, are they gay or something?" I flinched.

"Travis!" Katie scolded.

"Or maybe bi." He contemplated.

"Travis!" Katie reprimanded once more. "Go to the back."

He pouted. "But Katie-Kat."

"Now." She demanded. He went to the back, with his head held low. No matter how sweet Katie may seem, she can actually be pretty scary. "Sorry about that."

"It's okay." I told her. I never had anything against Katie, anyways. Besides, at least she tried to help. I started to walk to the door.

"Have a nice day." She said. I hope so.

"You too." And then I left. The hospital was pretty near to Demeter's Garden, so I went there first. Once I arrived at my mom's room, I realized that someone was already in there. It was Mr. Blofis. I just decided to sit in the chairs outside of her room, to wait. I still had a view of what was going on inside the room, and I could hear what he was saying. Mr. Blofis was sitting in the chair by her bed, holding her hand. I didn't mind, Mr. Blofis is a good person, anyways. If it was some other random stranger or Gabe, however, then I might have went in and give them a stern talking to. Maybe I would've even pulled out one of the doctor's tools or thrown a chair. Who knows?

"Hey Sally." He greeted. So he just arrived. "I miss you. I'm sorry I won't be able to stay that long, maybe a couple minutes at most. These English papers won't just mark themselves, you know. Percy's a good kid." I froze at the mention of my name. At least he was saying some good things. "He just needs you in his life. I need you." He whispered. "I guess I should go now. I'll see you later."

Mr. Blofis got out of the chair, and was about to leave the room, but stopped. It looked as if he was having a little internal conflict with himself. Finally, some part of him won, and he walked back to her bed. Mr. Blofis kissed her on her forehead, and whispered, "I love you." And then he exited the room. I blinked. Wow. I knew that Mr. Blofis had some feelings for my mom, but I never knew that it went so far as to love. When he saw me, he froze in his tracks. "How much did you hear?" He questioned.

"Enough." I said, trying to fight back a smile. He probably knew what I meant by that and blushed deep scarlet.

"Don't tell anyone of this." He warned. Well, it was more like pleaded.

"I don't have anyone to tell." I replied truthfully. He seemed satisfied with that answer, and then left. I walked into the hospital room, and placed one of the blue roses in the vase, on the nightstand near her bed. I noticed that there was already something in it. A red rose. I don't know if Mr. Blofis knew the meaning behind it, but he probably did. It means love.

"Oooh." I told her. "Someone has a secret admirer. Well, it's not that secret anymore. He just told you that he loved you. Imagine how hard it would've been on him, trying to tell you that. He has courage, I'll give him that. I can't stay that long, I have to also visit Dad, and Tyson. I got you, and them, blue roses by the way. Dyed, obviously. Mr. Blofis has been asking non-stop about you, you know? He really does care about you. If- When," I corrected. "You wake up, you should dump that creature known as Gabe and give Mr. Blofis a chance. Sure it'll be awkward, but as long as you are happy, I'm happy. I guess I should go now, so bye." I would give her a kiss on the forehead, but Mr. Blofis already did that. So I settled for a kiss on her cheek.

It was a twenty minute walk from here to the cemetery. Once I saw the all too familiar gates, with a sign that says "Pluto's Cemetery" with a boat underneath, that was supposed to represent Charon's boat, I sped up my walk, a little bit. I already memorized the route to their gravesites, that I could do this with my eyes closed, or during the night time. But, then again, who goes to graves at night? Well, maybe Nico does.

As I walked along the pathway, I saw some families, dressed in all black, going to a freshly dug site. For every name on a tombstone I see, I wonder what was their story. Not to sound disrespectful or anything, but how did they die? What was their life story? How is their family doing? Are they still grieving? Did they move on? Do they just feel broken inside? Do they fake a smile to hide the true pain? Are they okay with their death, but still miss them? Do they know that they are in a better place?

I think I even saw some names that I know. There was Esperanza Valdez, Emily Zhang, and others. I tried not to think of them as much, because I knew them. I don't want to bring up preventable pain. I even saw Bianca Di Angelo, Zoë Nightshade, and Athena Chase. That one made me stop in my tracks. I should have brought her a flower or something, even though I barely knew her. Now that I think about it, I should have brought all of them flowers. But, then again, I don't have enough money. Maybe next time, if there is a next time.

Although, I did notice that there was already a flower on Athena's grave. It was this purplish-gray sterling rose, that was actually really pretty. After approximately seven minutes, I started to see my dad's and Tyson's tombstones. I sped up from my walk to a jog. I finally reached it, after a several seconds.

"Hey." I said, a little breathlessly, while putting the flowers down, one for each grave. Their tombstones were beautifully decorated. My mom and I picked out the design, ourselves. The tombstones were made out of a light grey stone, with little wave designs etched in a sort of black shade. It was water themed, it you haven't already guessed. There were also some little sea creatures swimming across its surface.

If I ever got to choose my own tombstone, I would want black marble, with a water-theme, decorated with silver. Hopefully I don't sound that creepy stating the type of tombstone I want. I noticed some flowers already there, and I just passed it off as someone they once knew, remembering that today was the sixth year mark of their presumed "death." It was a bouquet of blue water lilies. Wow. The person who brought them must have known my dad and Tyson pretty well.

"How's it going? I'm doing just terribly." I said with fake cheerfulness, and some sarcasm was practically being oozed out. "I really miss you guys. Tyson, buddy. You didn't deserve this. None of you did. You should've had a nice, long, peaceful, and successful life. You had that type of potential. Me? All I see in my future is death, dirt, grime, and who knows? I'll probably turn out to live on the street. I'm not joking. You, Tyson, you could've found a nice, loving wife, and then you'll get beautiful children, and grandchildren, and great-grandchildren. Then you'll pass off, peacefully, in your sleep, with no suffering and no pain.

"It should have been me who died, not you. You had potential, I don't. All I am is a burden to those around me, and no one will care if I die. Everyone I cared about left me. My life is just on a rollercoaster ride that just goes downwards, with tons of bumps along the way, each one worse than the last. It's hard to believe that life will get better, when you have a life like this. I try to be strong. I try to be optimistic, but I'm weak. I can't deal with this pain. I need to end it.

"I understand if you are disappointed. I'm disappointed. But it's okay. I don't deserve your care, and love. I'm just a burden. It's just better off if I die." I didn't realize I was crying, until tears blurred my vision. All the pain, all the hurt, all the betrayal, just hit me like a stack of bricks. I thought I saw a flicker of blond at the corner of my eye, but it disappeared just as quickly. So, as I lay there crying at a gravesite, completely and utterly broken, it was then that I finally came up with a decision. I, Perseus Jackson, am going to commit suicide.

Yes, yes. There it is. The inevitable ending. *wink wink* Did a truckload of feels hit you in this chapter? I tried. Anyways, I hope you liked it. *laughs cruelly*