A/N: Well I finally continued. I know this chapter is short, but this story seems to lend itself to them.
Disclaimer: Percy and his family are not mine. I'd like to think that this scene below is, however.
Percy stared at the glass lying bleeding on the kitchen floor. The wine, which had previously filled it, seeped along the gaps in the tile, staining them red.
"Your…hair!" His mother gasped, dashing to him, not even bothering to avoid the glass, which crunched painfully beneath her feet.
She brought one hand to his head, her fingers hovering just above the now brown waves before jerking to her own hair and then finally rested upon his cheek, cool and trembling.
"Why?" she whispered, her voice hoarse.
Percy shoved his glasses up his nose, as if to protect his thoughts from seeping out his eyes. He forced himself to look into his mother's eyes and watch them fill with tears as he said. "Because I was tired off being one of you."
Her lips parted and her face crumbled as the weight of that sentence fell upon her shoulders. "One of us?" She said, indignation weaving through her words. "What was wrong with being 'one of us'?"
"Nothing." He lied. "I'm…just not."
"Like hell you're not!" She snapped, all of her hurt and confusion willingly drowned out by anger.
"Moth-" Percy's cut off his chastisement over his mother's language with the thought that he didn't need to get irritated by cursing. He wasn't that person any longer. "Mother," he said again, this time in a fragilely calm voice. "I never fit in."
"Percy," the pain was flooding into his mother's eyes again.
"I didn't." He insisted, struggling to keep his voice level. The rejection Percy had felt was irrelevant. "I tried, but I just don't fit."
His mother said nothing and Percy saw the truth of his words in his mother's eyes, however hard she might try to deny it. He knew this should hurt, his mother admitting that the thing he'd been working towards for countless years was hopeless, but he felt strangely detached. As though some invisible guillotine had severed him from his family and all the feelings he'd ever had for them. The blade was too sharp to sting, yet.
"I'm moving out." He finally whispered.
"Where?" she asked, concern falling easily into her well-worn face.
"I don't know." He admitted, his hand moving to the back of his neck unconsciously.
"Percy, that's hardly like you." She gazed at him intently, as if trying to see the secrets hidden behind the thick lenses of his glasses.
"I know." He replied, a small grin removing some of the shadows from his face.
A/N: There you go. Think this should continue or should the new Percy remain in limbo? And thanks to all who reviewed and got me to write this.