I don't own Percy Jackson or Hello by Evanescence.
Playground school bell rings again
Rain clouds come to play again
The rain is falling. The sky is gray. The wind is biting my cheeks. The swing is making a creaky sound when it moves. Somewhere, there are children laughing. But I don't care. I don't feel the wind, I don't see the rain, I don't hear the swing or the children.
Because Thalia's gone. And nothing else matters.
Has no one told you she's not breathing?
Hello, I am your mind giving you someone to talk to
I start to laugh. Thalia can't be gone. It's not possible. She's sitting here next to me on the swing. People look at me strangely, but I don't care, because Thalia's smiling and that proves that she's not gone.
If I smile and don't believe
Soon I know I'll wake from this dream
I know that soon everyone will start laughing, too, and tell me that it's just a joke. And I'll tell them that it wasn't a very good joke, because Thalia was sitting next to me the whole time.
But Percy kneels in front of me and tells me that it's not a joke, she really is gone. I'm telling him that he's wrong, that she's sitting next to me. But he's not listening.
And when I'm taken to a building full of people with white coats and big smiles, I tell them that she's there, too. And they don't listen.
Don't try to fix me, I'm not broken
Hello I am the lie living for you so you can hide
Don't cry
I scream at them. I scream that I'm not broken, they don't need to fix me. I tell them that I don't need to be here. I tell them that I'm not crazy. And they still don't listen to me.
But every night Thalia is sitting next to me on the bed with white sheets and white pillows and white blankets. She tells me that I don't have to talk to them. I don't need to convince them that she's gone, because I know she's still here and that's what matters.
Suddenly I know I'm not sleeping
Hello, I'm still here
All that's left of yesterday
On the day of her funeral, I look at the white casket and see the black roses that I'm carrying, and I know that she really is gone. And maybe I am crazy, and maybe I do need their help.
But that night Thalia comes again, and she brings Bianca with her. And I stop caring whether they're real or not. They're here with me now. And I have to hold onto them. Because they're all I have. All that's left of yesterday.
Very short songfic for a very short song. In case anyone didn't get it, he was taken to a mental institution. I'm very happy that I managed to meet my own deadline. I hope that I can meet the same deadline next week. Hey, high school orientation in one week! They've scheduled an hour to learn how to open our lockers. Our school serves everyone, apparently. Even the idiots.