Heroes of Olympus Oneshots | ✓

Reader x Percy || The Promise [1/4]

*Your POV*

It was the last day of school, and all of us had this get together in a hotel which made me groan in boredom. I didn't want those kind of things. I mean, come on, last day of school, you just have to do random things. But who cared about me? Everyone in class always say that we just had to have fun. But no. . .I really didn't care about it. But I had no choice but to join.

I rested my head on the window. We were all in the bus, all of them singing like drunk teenagers with the shitty song. But who else knew that I was the only one silent? No one.

They didn't really care about me. Except for one person cared about me. But unfortunately, he passed away. He was my bestfriend, but months ago, we got into an accident—we were walking down the streets of San Fransisco when a car came roaring ahead of us. We didn't know what to do. I forgot everything, but I saw him dead. I was the only one alive, but I was injured.

I pushed away the thought, still looking into the skyscrapers of New York. Nothing had changed, I wasn't a New Yorker. But it felt like another place called home.

My mum always told me she had an affair with my dad in this place. And soon she got pregnant, knowing my dad would never care for us. So she moved to San Fransisco, where I grew up, where I got bullied, where I spent the rest of my life in the corner, being ignored, where I did nothing but to sit in the corner, read random books, while getting bullied. See? It's the whole story. I had a very, boring story.

Yet I still felt that my dad would love me. That he would care for me.

Your dad never loved you. The voice inside my head hissed again. And then the others joined in. He never cared for you. He hated you! He wanted you alone! He wanted you to disappear! He wanted you to be cursed!

"STOP!" I shrieked. "MAKE IT STOP!" I held on tight to my hair, shrieking.

And then suddenly everyone stopped, my senses coming back to reality. The voices stopped, but my classmates didn't understand me, they stopped. And then a huge amount of laughter had risen up, all of them laughing at me. It felt like the voices were all laughing at me. I was the laughingstock of all of them.

"That's ridiculous, [Name]!" Adrian said mockingly. "Why would we stop, you crazy little hag!"

My whole body stung. Sticks and stones may break your bones, the voices sang, mocking me. But words may never hurt you.

"THAT IS NOT TRUE!" I shouted back, a little afraid. I was actually shouting at the voices, but still, my classmates never heard these voices. So they laughed again.

I felt like I was a tiny puzzle piece that fell out of the universe, falling endlessly, nobody saving or at least taking a glance to realize I was getting hurt, getting bullied, so alone.

"Alright everyone go back to your seats," the driver said. And so they went back to their seats. "We're almost there."

I sighed deeply and looked at everyone, they all have a seatmate. But no one was beside me, like someone was already beside me. I shook my head and looked back into the thick mass of crowd passing through. "Don't you ever speak nor whisper," I whispered to the voices, who were making snickers and mutters.

But I was still wondering where they'd come from. Why were they doing this to me. They started to talk and mock me right after my bestfriend's disappearance. If only he was still alive, maybe these voices weren't here. Maybe I was still living with happiness, not with loneliness and deep sorrow.

Soon we were jumping out of the bus. I pulled my travel bag along and entered the lobby, being the last one in the line, I often get left alone, and lose track of them.