One Shots [And Headcanons] Percabeth - Percy Jackson - Heroes Of Olympus

Que Sera Sera

Sorry I realised that the message that was here was extremely inappropriate for the occasion. I will dedicate a different chapter to that person. I am so sorry.

Annabeth

I won't ever forget that day. The day that he didn't show up at school. The day that his mum told me he was just out for a walk.

I was going to ask him if he wanted to go to the movies after school. I knew he'd say yes, so I asked to borrow my dad's car. He was a bit skeptical, but let me borrow it anyway.

You see, I'd liked Percy for a while, but right as I was ready to admit it, he changed. He pretended to be happy, and he pretended to not be stoned when he came to school. I'd taken him home many times and, when he'd come down from his high, he asked if I knew. 'Know about what?' I'd ask, making sure he didn't worry. Of course I knew. How could I not? I smelled the alcohol on him.

He was the kind of guy that never missed a day of school - no matter what. No matter if he felt nauseous, or if he was hungover, or even if he was bruised and battered from a brawl with his stepdad. So, when he didn't come to school one day... I took off running. It was approximately 9:45 when I ran out of the school and got into my dads pick-up truck. I was going at least twenty miles over the speed limit. On the drive, I counted the seconds, how long I had before it was too late.

I ran into the tiny, grungy house that Percy and his poor mother lived in after I parked the car messily on the front law.

"Where's Percy?!" I quickly asked after bursting through the door. I must have given his mum a heart attack, because she looked a bit startled.

Sally took a deep breath to calm herself down and gave me a warm smile. She said, "he's just out for a walk, dear. He'll be back any minute."

If only she knew.

I tore through the kitchen and went down the hall to the back door. I had no time to waste, running through the thick maze of trees and into the clearing behind his house.

And there he was.

The tree in the centre of the clearing. He wasn't under the tree, nor was he in it. He wasn't touching the tree, but he wasn't touching the ground.

At 9:57 am on Thursday morning, I found Percy Jackson hanging from the tree out the back of his house.

He never seemed sad or depressed, though he did tell me he had nightmares of his stepdad (who was recently sentenced to life-imprisonment for the murder of one of his poker buddies). Maybe he faked it, maybe he did it for me. Who knows what went on inside his head? He was careful to make sure no one knew his intentions. He was a lost boy.

He didn't even leave a note.

Maybe I was selfish, sick even, for wishing that he left something that told me I meant something to him. I wanted to believe that I did, to believe that he loved me the same way I loved him...

But we will never know. Suddenly I hated the song Que Sera Sera. I wish I had seen this coming, maybe I could have prevented it.

But, Que Sera Sera,

What will be, will be.