Loved by No One

Pain.

So much pain.

And heartbreak.

And all the other things I don't have words for.

That's what I feel when I'm stabbed in the stomach. By someone in the darkness, by a sword. A bronze sword, one any camper could have. Blood covered my shirt. I just let it bleed. I just lay down and rest. I've always hated the color red. Blood, stop signs, danger signs, big red buttons, emergency lights, red is the color of danger and anger and fear. And I hate it. The only good shade of red are the ones that give you happiness like lipsticks or strawberries.

The reason I was stabbed in the stomach is because I just left Annabeth on the beach when I learned she was dumping me and sleeping with my stepbrother Sam. A nearly false son of Poseidon: the only reason we know he's really one is he was claimed and doesn't get wet when stepping out of the water.

I'm eager lay here and die, everyone already believes him with his lies. Even those gods, who ate up what Sam Said about me. No one would mind if I would die. Everyone already hates me. I put up a smile to keep the young ones happy, even if they don't believe me either.

An example that I maimed him, or pulled pranks on campers and blamed them on me. Gods looked at me with pure hatred and anger for "bullying" their children. I once brought up that he is the only witness for all these things even though he has at least 8 people following him. Nico, Clarisse, and will agreed with my point everyone else other hand didn't want to believe me just because it was me bringing it up. 

All of this piled up to the day when Sally was forced to abandon me, I just smiled and hugged before leaving, smiling gives you a layer of protection that tricks you and others around them. I walk back to camp and smile, though they just stabbed me and beat me up and told me to die. I would keeps smiling. Keeps smiling and nothing goes wrong. Nothing. Ever. Goes wrong. Ever. Keep believing at it will come true. I

A bright light engulfs me and suddenly the gods look down on me. Shit I'm on Olympus, realm of the backstabbing- no dont go there. The gods are quiet and they are never quiet. They summon something but I can't tell.

"Perseus Jackson." Drama Queen says, I'm laying in my back and look up to see all the little cu- I mean campers looking down on me with disgust. "You have been charged with 100 years in the fields of punishment. Everyone on the council agrees to your exile. Do you have any last words?" I stop and think for a moment before opening my mouth to speak. Poseidon also agreed I've long since stopped thinking of him as a dad. A dad cares and defends your child. A life giver beats you and bullies and hits and stabs.

"I forgive you." I say looking back to the king of the gods. Some of the gods are startled by my reaction, but I don't care these are the guys who are throwing me into hell because of a few lies.

Aphrodite starts to argue with Zeus but I don't bother to listen. Hermes, a father figure, looks down on me with pure hatred. I lift my head as far as I dare to look at Hestia.

I mouth the words "home is where the hearth is, and I want to go home. ASAP". She cocks her head confused. Hades is looking at me with sadness and not disgust, I look to him and see nothing in his eyes. "Stop arguing like children and send me down already." I say, the gods all at once stop talking.

Spreading my senses as far as I can I find some water, pulling in that and the water in the air I pull out the knife and put water on it, healing me immediately. A little better of a situation.

"Meeting dismissed." Zeus says and I'm teleported down to hell for what's gonna feel like the rest of my life. And no water damn it.

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I know I was a brave and stuff but I was ready to cry, the people I would die for betrayed me without a second thought. All because of my stupid step brother Sam. Calm down Percy, just live through and die later. I should get that as a tattoo. Damn ADHD focus on living. Live and return to a few friends. Clarisse, Nico, will, love and come back to them.

Though, having friends, that would be a mistake I would never make again. I cuss out my step brother before looking around to observe my surroundings.

4 years 6 months 17 days 19 hours 48 minutes later
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Hestia POV:

I'm tending to my hearth and check my clock. I've been keeping track of how long Percy has been down in that pit. I think it's time to get him out. I've been doing nothing for far too long, and I don't know how to make it up to Percy. I just figured out his message; Four years too late.

I'm planning how to get in and out of the fields of punishment when my mind opens up. A prayer. I never get prayers, except from Percy. Everyday, every single day I got a prayer from him. It's nearly the same but this one is different. "Lady Hestia, please I don't remember what I've done, but I promise to repent. Please forgive me for the others will not." Those words nearly tear me apart. The poor child has gone through so much he doesn't remember what crimes he's committed, if any at all. Good lords

That night I leave my hearth and head down to the underworld. My brother doesn't sense me or he does and doesn't stop me. I head to the fields of punishment and see things that shouldn't be happening. The only thing I see is souls in agony. I'm about to give up when out of the corner of my eye I spot... a soul with hope the size of a button. Percy. Or at least I think. His... everything is covered in blood. His shirt is ripped, he has scars all over his body with words like monster, traitor, and other words I don't want to think about.

"Hey, Percy I'm going to get you out, and then I'm gonna heal you and you're gonna take a long nap." I say. Percy looks away from me, hiding his face. I wonder why for a moment but decide saving him is more important. He looks exhausted. And this is what the two time Hero of Olympus gets IF he betrayed the gods.

He then passes out cold from exhaustion, and other factors. Taking a closer look at his health, something I'm not the best at, I can see he's been electrocuted, slashed, stabbed, and chunks of his flesh have been cut out of his skin. There is also a small trident in the small of his back. Branding, something that crazy people do. Though the gods went crazy around the time of their birth.

Teleporting Percy out to a small campsite I heal him up with ambrosia and nectar. Before getting him into a sleeping bag. I check over him before sitting down on a log and chatting with the owner of the campsite.

Lukas Deniro, a child of Demeter, and a demigod dad of Apollo , who left camp and has remained in faith to me. He always sends me offerings and has my blessing. I tell him Percy and I will be staying here for a little while. He understands and promises to do what he can. Going back to the tent, I put my hand on Percy's forehead before chanting and giving him my blessing. A warmth spreads to his body and he relaxes. The poor guy is gonna be out a while. 12 hours if he's a fighter, but Percy has always surpassed expectations.

10 hours 57 minutes later
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Percy's POV

I wake up feeling reenergized. Though I'm not down there. I sit up, and see I'm in a tent? I don't remember much of last night but I think Hestia came to get me out. Slipping out of the sleeping bag I was put in, I walk out to find myself in a small camp and see Hestia sitting with a tall, broad shouldered dark skinned man. they seem calm and enjoy each other's company. I feel some jealousy but I don't know why, I was saved and Hestia seems the most comfortable with this man than I've ever seen. I shrugged off my feelings and judgement, and walk up to find some answers.

I'd like something to cover my face. It's why I'm hated by everyone.

Permanently.