When I Don't Remember You (Percico)

Chapter Twenty Seven: I Feel So Used

Percy Jackson

You know, my life would be a lot easier if I had my license.

Or a wallet.

Who knows, maybe I so have my license but I don't have my wallet to know if I have it or not so it's usefulness is null and void there.

I haven't learned a lot, but there's a few things so far.

Right now, I'm in California, in a city called San Francisco and it's big and makes no sense. I'm a teenager but on the older side of being a teenager because most adults think I'm still a kid that should be in school but kids and younger teens assume I'm an adult.

Shelters are very nice. It's only been a couple days, but I've stayed at different shelters each night and they've given me food for free and a cot, which is very kind of them. They don't ask a lot of questions.

I do know that I'm gay because I know that I have a boyfriend. I don't remember much about him, I can't imagine a name or a place or anything, but I'm wearing a ring that I'm sure came from him. It was black, but it had a blue heart etched into it.

Sadly, there was no name or date on it for me to like, refer to. It was one of the first things I looked at when I realized that I didn't have my wallet.

Why don't i have my wallet, though? I have a few golden coins in my pocket and $23.70, but no wallet.

Maybe I was drunk.

Am I old enough to drink? I don't know.

Walking into a new shelter in hopes of getting lunch, I almost left when I saw a kid crying with parents not taking proper care of the kid.

I don't know how to take care of kids, but yelling at a kid while they're crying doesn't feel right and that's what they were doing to their kid right now. The child was sitting next to an opened suitcase that was like, more than overflowing, but they had a stuffed bear and a pillowpet in their hands.

It took me a minute, but I figured out that this kid was upset because her parents would only let her carry one of the two items because there wasn't room for both. She had to give up one of them.

Satisfied with what I knew, I walked over to the line for food and grabbed some soup before sitting down. It was chicken noodle, which is the best soup, so I was happy.

I was half way through my bowl of soup when I felt a tap on my leg.

"S- sir," the girl stutterer out and I don't think she could be older than 5. Closer to 3, maybe 4. "What's your name?"

This is my least favorite question in the world, but I can't let her think that.

"My name?" I responded. "I don't have a name, so you can call me whatever you want, okay?"

"Can I call you blue?" She asked, probably because the shirt I was wearing had blue on it.

"You can call me blue."

"Okay, Blue," she goes on and extends her arms out to show me her panda pillow pet that she had been holding earlier. "Can you protect my panda? My mommy said that I can't take her with us and that she has to go to a new home and you are the only one here who was not sitting with a person so she can talk to you and be your friend. She's a really good friend, her name is Penny."

Am I about to take care of a pillow pet for a toddler?

The answer is yes, I am, because I'm a good person and it's important to her.

Or at least, I think I'm a good person? I want to be a good person.

"Of course I can protect Penny," I reassured the girl as she gave Penny a hug before handing her to me. "Thank you for trusting me to her, I'm sure we'll be really good friends."