Percy lost it all when he was twelve. He survived three years without anyone or anything but himself and his own wit. He hated the world for what it took from him. But now can someone help him find his way, his love, his will to live. Or is it too late? (I'm a huge dick so if you don't like offensive stuff don't read, especially if you're religious.)

The wounds that hurt the most aren't from the people that are trying to hurt you, they're from the people that say they love you, but don't stop the pain. (Douchebag with strong opinions)