My first PJO fic...spoiler alert, I hate paragraphs :)

So yeah. I know I start a bajillion stories, but I promise I'll finish this one. *smiles devilishly* Anyways, this idea popped into my head and I couldn't get it out.

Oh yeah...I should warn you ahead of time, there is "explicit language"

Sometimes I listen to screamo, but its not until I repressed all of my feelings into the beat, that I realize I did so.

I guess I'm just oblivious in that way.

Your probably wondering who I am, just like me.

My name is Percy Jackson and all I can tell you is that I am 17, I obviously listen to screamo, and I am sitting on a red couch, staring at a white wall.

A white wall you ask?

Well a white wall can hold so much meaning. People are just oblivious to the unnoticeable, but let me not get too psychological on you so early.

Lets look at the bigger picture:

Why am I, Percy Jackson, looking at this white wall in question?

Well. Im mad. Scratch that. I'm livid.

Today I checked the mail for the first time in my life and received a letter from the New York State Prison that read:

Dear Mr. Jackson,

We are sorry to inform you, but Gabriel Ugliano has been released from our precinct on Monday, August 18th. He is fully aware of the restraining order you have place against him. We are certain that he wont cause anymore problems for you.

Best of Luck.

Best of Luck? I never had anything of the sort. And by the way, Happy Birthday to me.

You're probably wondering, Who the hell is this kid? and What is a Gabriel Ugliano? Well here is the rising action to my plot:

Mommy and Daddy fell in love, then out comes me.
Daddy runs away, and our trio no longer contains three.
Mommy moved on to the next guy, who was singing her a love song.

And that hapless fool was Gabriel Ugliano.

Have you ever seen a penis in it's erect form? Well that was Gabe, a massive hard dick, even though his own was the size the nail on my pinky toe. Gabe was the kind of dude that ruined your day for no reason, and just sat on his fatness playing poker and smoking cigars. You think the cigar smoke was bad? Try getting a whiff of Gabe. He smelt like a dump with the aftertaste of acid rain.

Horrendous right? Well he was even worse when you pissed him off. If he wasn't in a good mood and you breathed wrong, he'd pound your face until you looked like packaged beef.

Evern worse? Well plot twist, there's more! When he wasn't getting enough from my mother, he and his baby pens made it's way to m- well... I'm not going to paint that picture for you.

I guess you can infer why he was in jail.

Well you're wrong. He's was in for third degree murder. That's why I'm sitting in an apartment with only a couch all by myself.

Mommy left like daddy, but she went to a different place.

All my pathetic therapists told me that I should leave everything from the past in the past, and look forward to the future. In a way, they're right. I've been dating the same girl for the past two years, I'm going to college, and I have amazing friends. But how the hell can you let go of your past if its constantly trying to drown you into oblivion.

I know, I know it's short. I guess this is kind of the prologue. Please Review! I would love to hear your guy's opinion and feedback.