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Baptized with a perfect name
The doubting one by heart
Alone without himself
War between him and the day
Need someone to blame
In the end, little he can do alone
You believe but what you see?
You receive but what you give?
Thalia Grace was perfect. She got perfect grades, she had a perfect life, perfect parents. She didn't talk much, but that didn't matter. She even had a perfect name.
If you asked someone at Goode High about Thalia Grace, this is what they would tell you. No one knew much about Thalia, just that she was perfect.
They didn't know that she was always alone. They didn't know about her father, who had walked out on her. They didn't know about her mother, who drank herself into a stupor every night. They didn't know about the cuts and bruises her mother gave her when she got angry.
Caress the one, the never-fading
rain in your heart - the tears of snow-white sorrow
Caress the one, the hiding amaranth
In a land of the daybreak
They didn't know how much she wanted someone to know. They didn't know that she wanted someone to stroke her cheek, to hold her, to tell her everything would be alright. Even if they were lying.
Apart from the wandering pack
In this brief flight of time
We reach for the ones, whoever dare
You believe but what you see?
You receive but what you give?
Caress the one, the never-fading
rain in your heart - the tears of snow-white sorrow
Caress the one, the hiding amaranth
In a land of the daybreak
She would walk through the halls between classes with her head held high, letting her hair hide to the new bruise on her cheek. And as she walked to and from classes, she wished. Over and over again, she wished for a perfect person, a person who wouldn't leave her.
Reaching, searching for something untouched
Hearing voices of the never-fading calling
But then she would laugh at herself. She knew that it wasn't possible. She knew from experience that nobody was perfect, and most people couldn't even pretend. Not unless they were like her. Good at pretending.
Everyone left. Nobody cared enough to stay around, and you had to leave them before they left you. Which was why she had no friends, because she didn't want to hurt people by leaving, and she didn't want to get hurt.
Caress the one, the never-fading
rain in your heart - the tears of snow-white sorrow
Caress the one, the hiding amaranth
In a land of the daybreak
But she still hoped, she still dreamed of someone who would hold her hand. Someone who knew the truth. Someone who she didn't have to lie to.
And that's what the note said, the one Nico di Angelo found when he walked into the janitor's closet to smoke and found her on the floor. There was blood seeping from her wrists (because it was so much easier to get a razor into school than a gun or a bottle of pills) and her eyes were filled with tears.
He never told anyone about the note. When they came and took her away, he put the note in his pocket and stayed silent. But he thought about her every day. The girl who everyone thought was perfect. And he never forgot the lesson she had taught to him, even though they had never spoken.
Nobody's perfect.
I'm actually very happy with this one. This is a high school AU, in case you hadn't noticed. I know there isn't really any Thalico, so I'm sorry about that. I've gotten a few reviews wondering why my songfics are so sad, or why people have a tendency to die. If anyone else wants to ask one of these questions or one like these, it's because I am the writer, and I don't write happy stories. If you don't like sad stories, then don't read my stories, I'm not forcing you to. For anyone who cares, I started high school yesterday. I had my first English class today, and it was awesome. Tomorrow I have my second World Cultures class, and I'm really looking forward to it. I'm going to go now so I can hopefully post the next chapter of The Sadness Of Mistakes before tomorrow. Thanks for reading and reviewing!