Percy heard the rushing wind as he fell. He heard the screams of his team mates, as Nico tried to reach him one last time. He heard the monstrous cries as he passed the swirling souls of the monsters in a constant reforming state. There was no escape.
As he got closer to the bottom of the hole he didn't even bother attempting to slow or stop his fall. He wanted to die, to be squashed against the rock bellow, but fate had other plans.
Percy fell into the river, its glossy white surface frothing around him as he sunk. Worthless, his mothers voice hissed absolutely worthless. You can't do anything right can you?
"Help!" He screamed, allowing the ice cold liquid to fill his lungs, invisible hands pulling him further under.
No-one will ever help you.
You failed.
Why didn't you save me?
Where is my sister?
Whore
Fag
Slut
Why don't you just die? Come and join us Percy.
Out of the way freak.
"No!" Percy cried, he was drowning in the voices, drowning in the collective sorrow and anger of his peers.
You don't deserve to live.
Bend over.
Suffer.
You're a monster.
Percy gave up struggling. They were right. He was a monster, a whore, a freak. He was all of those things and all of it would end if he would just die.
You're not my friend.
You're not my son.
What did you see in him anyway Annabeth?
I don't know.
He doesn't deserve you.
Everything went black, he could no longer see but he could feel the arms of someone far gone wrap around his waist. He could feel their lips touch his. He could feel the wind as he is carried away. "You're safe." Their voice says. "You're home."
And Percy believed them.
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Broken (P.J)
FanfictionPercy was alone in the dark, sinking in the voices of the deceased, of the people he couldn't save and of the people he had. Then someone saves him, they pull him out. Warning: Words that could trigger readers are used (Whore, Slut, fag ect).
