Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Thalia had made the choice to do it herself. No-one else, not her friends, or her family, but herself. She walked alone.
Something had happened that day. It wasn't that something had snapped inside her; it was that something had been healed. She had found a home, there with the huntresses. They were her family, and she had made it a promise to be bound to them for all eternity. Boys were of little significance to her, she realized, especially after coming back to find out that someone she had thought was a friend, a brother, family had betrayed them all, and so the Hunt had welcomed her with open arms.
So now, despite the organized, punctual habits of her new family, she realized that she was still alone. She would always be alone. She may belong with the huntresses, her new family, but deep down, she knew she was by herself. She was born to be wild, uncontrollable, like lightning. She was made to be solo, designed to live in solitude, and although she loved travelling in a group, she would always be different.
Thalia knew that she had been walking a street by herself, in an empty ghost city, ever since she made the choice all those years ago, even though to her, it felt like yesterday. She herself had chosen to fight the monsters alone, and that day, she had confined herself to an eternal isolation from the rest of the world. She was a dead case, one that could never be healed.
She had woken up, next to the Pine Tree that day on Half-Blood Hill, and she was alive! But alone. Alive and alone. And in less than a day her dreams had been broken by someone she thought had once loved her. When they had told her, calmly, that Luke wasn't there because he didn't want to be there, because he had made the choice himself to betray everyone who had ever loved him, to walk alone, all her dreams and hopes had been crushed like a helpless bug under a boot. He had stabbed her in the back, and that wound would never be healed.
Despite being in a group, and fighting in a group, and obeying the orders of someone other than herself, Thalia was alone and always would be. They were there, in the flesh, but it felt like they were a dream, or a hallucination. Nothing was real anymore, nothing except the emptiness inside, the empty cage she had confined herself to when she gave up her life to save her loved ones, and fought by herself.
Luke had broken her dreams, and every day she walked along the barren streets filled with their ruins. And she walked alone.
Thalia smiled as she let go of the arrow she had notched. It was just the way she liked it.
A/N. Another request! Yay! This one was Boulevard of Broken Dreams, (if you couldn't tell) by Green Day, requested by Wonderstruck Pen, who just about gives the best ideas ever. Thank you!
I had fun writing this. R&R! I hope you enjoy. :)
~Franki