Percy was tired.
He has been tired for the past few years.
He was tired when he fell into Tartarus.
He was tired when the gods found out what happened to Akhlys.
He was tired when the gods told him not to use his powers again.
He was tired when the Roman campers stopped seeing him as a leader.
He was tired when Camp Half-Blood started to pull away from him.
He was tired when most of the seven stopped talking to him.
And he is tired now that Annabeth has decided to follow suit.
Tired…
Tired…
Tired…
He didn't know where he was walking.
Out of camp
Past the forest
Through the streets
Into an apartment
Up the stairs
Through the door
Onto the roof
He took off his shoes and slid a note into one of them
The sun had set
The stars and moon were shining as if beckoning him
He took a step forward
He felt weightless
The wind was blowing in his hair
And for the first time in a long time, he felt free
And he smiled
I'm sorry, Mom
I'm sorry, Paul
I'm sorry, Estelle
I know this is selfish, but I'm so tired
I just couldn't take it anymore.
I'm sorry,
Percy Jackson
A.N.
I wrote this in 20 minutes and this is the first fic I've ever deemed good enough for putting out to the public.
Constrictive criticism will be appreciated, same with any and all comments
This will eventually be cross-posted to Ao3 under the same name.