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I look around at the other campers eating. They are all siting with their families, while I sit alone. The other campers have someone else in their cabin at night, I sleep alone in my cold, empty, cabin. The other campers have a person that they trust and can go to whenever they need someone to talk to. My person died. They were all I had left, my mother was killed by some monsters a year ago. After that my stepfather took his daughter and left. My real father is around, but not really. He's a god, so I see him all the time, but he's just not really there.
It doesn't really help that most of the other campers don't like him. He's kind of hard to get along with, but I try to talk to him. I try to get him to see that I'm still here, even if everyone else is gone, I'm still here. He doesn't notice me though. He has more important things to worry about then me, his only son. I made a choice and it got someone that we both really cared about killed, it was my fault. Now, my father blames me for it. I blame myself too, if I had gone left instead of right my best friend would still be alive, I might be dead, but they would be alive.
One day I'm sitting alone on the dock, my bare feet are in the water. I'm playing that day over and over in my head. I'm trying to figure out exactly where I messed up, exactly where I got the person I cared about most killed. As I think I realize that there might not be just one moment, it could have been a bunch of moments. It could have been the fight we had the night before, it could have been that I broke my right arm, it could have been that I'm not as good a fighter with my left arm, it could have been that I was trying to help the others. No matter what moment or moments it was, it's still my fault. There I nothing I can do or say to make what I did right. I got one of the last members of my family killed.
I hear footsteps behind me, I turn to see who it is. It's the last person I was expecting.
"Hey, I was looking for you," he says.
"Why?" I ask, though I don't really care why he was looking for me. He is part of the reason my best friend is dead. I shouldn't blame him though it's not his fault, it's mine.
He sits down next to me, "I know you blame yourself for what happened, and I need you to stop."
"You don't know what I'm feeling, or thinking!" I yell at him. "You don't know me and you didn't know..." I stop before so say their name, it still hurts to much.
"Trust me I know how you are feeling. I blame myself for their death all the time. I need you know that there was nothing you could have done. Ok? This wasn't your fault. No one blames you for this."
"My dad does," I tell him.
"No, your dad is upset because of what happened. He is mad at the monsters and he's mad at himself. He is not mad at you."
"There why won't he talk to me?"
"Seeing you remind him of what he lost."
"Percy?" I say.
"Yeah?"
"Does it ever get better?"
"It does, Pollux. You just have to give it time. Now, it almost dinner time and I don't want to sit alone again tonight, so how about you sit with me and then I was going to have a few friends over to my cabin for a sleepover. Would you like to join us?"
"Yes," I say, feeling happier than I have in a while.
After that it becomes a regular thing, if one of us doesn't want to sit alone or sleep alone we would sit together or have a sleepover. My dad and I are slowly fixing things. I know that Castor is waiting for me when my time comes.
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A/N:
Sorry, I haven't updated in a while. I've been busy with school. This is a little bit shorter then usually, but I thought it was good, so I just wanted to leave it here it was. Thanks for reading! Let me know what you think!
