Chapter 2 // If I Ever Feel Better

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If I Ever Feel Better

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"They what?" Poseidon asked, finding it hard to stay calm. He may or may not have caused an earthquake. "They left my son?"

Hestia nodded sadly.

All of the sea god's anger vanished and was replaced by concern and curiosity. "Why?"

"It seems like... someone's offered them a better future,"

Apollo frowned, "What? Who?"

"I don't know who exactly, but I know they shouldn't be alive," Hestia's eyes were grim. The Olympians urgently began guessing who, yet none came up with a correct answer. Athena's theories weren't even correct.

Poseidon, though, wasn't focused on who caused Percy to be in such grief. All he wanted was to comfort him. But he couldn't. He could try, though.

He and Zeus looked at each other and had a silent conversation with their eyes.

Brother, please, you know I need to be there for him.

Zeus sighed, You cannot. It's the rules, Poseidon.

Please, just this once. He is my only son, for our sake!

Poseidon could tell he was getting more irritated by the minute, It is not my choice.

Yes, yes, it is.

Zeus huffed, Fine. I'll allow you to see him, but you must do it at midnight, so no one will see you.

Thank you, Lord Zeus.

"Alright, the meeting's adjourned," Zeus said, unaware that the other gods were having a conversation.

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Thankfully, Percy was already near Camp, so it hadn't taken him as long to arrive. He walked back to his cabin with his head down. He hoped none of the other campers saw his tear streaked face, though, he supposed, they probably would with his luck.

And they did. Most of them thought, Gods, what happened to him? and went on with their day. But then there were the other campers who actually were concerned. They generally wanted to know what happened to him. One of those campers happened to be the last person anyone suspect to ever feel concern for anyone, let alone Percy Jackson.

"Percy, you're back!" She exclaimed, walking up to him. Her unusual cheerful attitude was swiftly replaced by something else as she noticed the tears running down his face. She didn't know what the new feeling was. She's never felt it before. Was it protectiveness? Pity?

"Hey, um," She began awkwardly, "What's wrong?"

Percy shook his head, "Nothing, I'm fine." He answered stubbornly and began walking faster.

"No, there's something obviously wrong, because you're crying." She placed a hand on his shoulder to slow him down. It worked. "And the savior of Olympus, twice, might I add, doesn't normally cry like this,"

Percy sat down on a bed and buried his face in his hands.

Wait, bed?

She looked around and saw they made it to the Poseidon cabin. Huh, didn't even realize it.

Percy mumbled something, but it she couldn't understand him. He was talking into his hands.

"What?" She asked.

He looked up at her as more tears rolled down his cheeks, "They're happier without me. Why didn't they just tell me?"

She sat down beside him on his bed and put a calming hand on his arm, "And why would you think that?"

It took Percy a while to answer, but soon she had calmed him down and helped him stop sobbing. Once he was done, she quietly used her sleeve to wipe the tears off his face in a motherly way. What am I doing? She asked herself, shocked that she was actually being nice to someone.

She was pulled out of her shock when Percy started talking.

"I... I made an Iris Message and then I saw them and they were talking and laughing and planning pranks... And when they saw me, they just looked at me with... disgust," He swallowed, "I don't think they even cared."

"Oh, Percy," She pulled him into a hug. Percy softly sobbed into her shoulder, and she let him, gladly. She didn't care if anyone sees her, even if her reputation is damned.

"Don't cry, Percy," She soothed, slipping in a bit of her charmspeak, "I promise you, you'll be fine without them. You will find a way to," Percy nodded and laid down on his bed. Pretty soon, he was asleep.

She sighed and walked out, still wondering why she, Drew Tanaka, is concerned about Percy Jackson.

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They say an end can be a start,
Feels like I've been buried yet I'm still alive.
It's like a bad day that never ends.
I feel the chaos around me,
A thing I don't try to deny.
I'd better learn to accept that,
There are things in my life that I can't control.

Hang on to the good days,
I̶ ̶c̶a̶n̶ ̶l̶e̶a̶n̶ ̶o̶n̶ ̶m̶y̶ ̶f̶r̶i̶e̶n̶d̶s̶.
T̶h̶e̶y̶ ̶h̶e̶l̶p̶ ̶m̶e̶ ̶g̶o̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶t̶h̶r̶o̶u̶g̶h̶ ̶h̶a̶r̶d̶ ̶t̶i̶m̶e̶s̶.
But I'm feeding the enemy,
I'm in league with the foe.
Blame me for what's happening,
I can't try, I can't try, I can't try.

If I ever feel better,
Remind me to spend some good time with you.
You can give me your number,
When it's all over I'll let you know.

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(edited 8/8/2017)

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