|Turning Tides|- A Percy Jackson Betrayal Story

The Prologue: Chapter 1

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Percy PoV

Pain

Agony

Heartbreak

Depression (AN: My old friend XD)

Betrayed

Shattered

Disbelief

Lonely

Suicidal

Broken

What the hell did I do to deserve this?

She... THEY......They did this to me..... They BROKE me..... I can't do this anymore......... I don't wanna live anymore.....

I want to die

/Flashback\ (AN: Flashbacks are always italic, thoughts not in flashbacks are italic, thoughts IN flashbacks are underlined. Author's notes are in parenthesis and bold. Enjoy~)

I was always... Depressed, though that may be putting it mildly. I only stayed alive for my mother, she needed me, I wasn't about to leave her to that abusive, masochistic, asshole. Then when she was taken away from me.... I... I couldn't handle it. I tried to kill myself. I had nobody. I was in a new place, with new people, and apparently I had two MAJOR gods really pissed off at me.

Yeah. No. Fuck that.

I had tried to kill myself. I had snuck out to the forest, in hope that a monster would come and finish me. After a while, I got sick of waiting. I had brought a sword from the armory, of course, it was unbalanced, and would probably suck in a fight, but I wanted to die anyway, so it didn't really matter.

I brought the sword up to my neck. I had heard from somewhere once, that the brain still functions, even after you chop the head off. I had wondered if that was true.

'Only one way to find out.' I thought bitterly.

But then I started thinking, "What if my mom wasn't really dead? And, if she really was dead, could I get her back?" Then I started thinking about my death. Hades was one of the gods that was pissed off at me. Hades controlled the dead. If I died, I'd be going to Hades anyway. Except there would be no escape. Also, I would basically belong to Hades. He could do whatever he wanted to me. 

The more I thought, the more angry I became. I wouldn't get peace. I'd have to go get a stupid lightning bolt, for a stupid king, just because he can't fucking pay attention. And, of course, he had to blame Po-fucking-seidon. Who also happened to be my dead-beat of a dad.

'Fuck my life.' I thought. 

I slowly put down my sword. I wouldn't be getting out of this. I had to go get that lightning bolt. But more importantly, I had to go save my mother.

Then I had heard harpies screeching. I cursed and started running back to my cabin, good ole' shit-hole Cabin 3.

I slowly closed the door, careful to not slam it so no one would know what I was up to. Then Panic! At the Disco's: I Write Sins Not Tradgedies: "I chime in with a haven't you people ever heard of, closing the god damn (AN: read: "dam") door?" ran through my head. (AN: Sorry not sorry I love P!ATD. XD oh wait I'm actually listening to this while writing this. XD)

Stupid ADHD

I flopped down onto my bed. I was exhausted. Scenerios ran through my mind that I did NOT want to think about. Like: "What if Hades is torturing my mother because she's my mother?" or "What if Zeus kills me just because I'm Poseidon's son?".

Exhausted, filled with thoughts about my new suicide mission and my mom, I finally drifted off into Morpheus's realm.

/End Flashback\

I had kept my mask on. Nobody had ever noticed how much pain I was in. Not Chiron. Not any of the Olympians. Not any of the Seven. Not Annabeth. Not even my mom. I had pretended. Smiled when I was dead inside. Kept cracking jokes. Kept trying to hold on. Kept being the best hero I could be. Kept my feelings inside. (AN: For some reason I thought of "Let it Go" whilst typing this.) Then it happened....... The thing that drove me over the edge. The thing that made me finally give up. The thing that made me finally end it.

Or so I thought

( AN: End Notes or whatever they are called are JUST in bold. No parenthesis. I guess it's still a author's note, though...) 

Yello guys. Wolf Goddess here. This is my first fanfiction, so please feel free to give some constructive criticism. I really have legit almost no idea what I'm doing. Here is some facts though: 1.) All my fanfictions will have some elements from some other fanfictions. Hell, even some of the same characters. 2.) I get all my fanfictions from my daydreams. Yeah, I daydream. So much, I'm pretty sure it's unhealthy. 3.) Some of these characters may be based off some people in my life. Or me. 4.) I have no idea who to ship Percy with. I really REALLY don't wanna do Pertemis. It just feels weird. But who knows? It may end up Pertemis. Hell, it may even end up Percabeth, though it's highly unlikely. I kinda wanted to do Perpollo but it doesn't fit with this storyline. Maybe Perluke? I dunno to be honest. 5.) My other family members are on the computer all the time, so updates may be extremely slow. 6.) Chapters will most likely range in size. I was going to make this way longer but I liked that cliffhanger so much I just couldn't ruin it.

And now for the disclaimer!

Me: All rights go to-

Mark: COOOOOKKKIIIIIEEEESSS

Me: Mark! Get outta here! You haven't even been introduced yet!

Mark: Not until you gimme cookie.

Me: What is it with you and your cookie obsession?

Mark: Blame Nevermore!

Nevermore: Don't drag me into your petty squabbles, peasant.

Agma: You're so hot when you're mad....

Mark: I'm not sure whether to gag or to fanboy.

Me: EVERYBODY OUT! YOU HAVEN'T BEEN INTRODUCED YET, AND I NEED TO DO THE-

Mark: I'll do the disclaimer if you gimme cookies.

Nevermore: I should've never baked those cookies for you guys...

Agma: Objection. Your cookies are delicious. 

Mark: Please? *puppy dog face*

Nevermore: Idiot sons of Hermes....

Mark and Agma: HEY!

Me: FINE YOU'LL GET YOUR COOKIES JUST GET OUT OF HERE!

Mark: YAY!

Agma: Sweet.

Nevermore: I don't even know why I came here in the first place (-_-)

Me: *sighs* All rights go to Rick Rierdon.....

"Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win."

                                                                                                  ~Stephen King