Lose Your Mind (percy jackson fanfic)

Chapter 9: Hero

Calypso's POV

"So," I said, "What's happened?"

He looked at me with fear.

"Y-Your not g-going to hurt m-me? Even a-after the p-pain I've

cau-caused?" He said, tears in his eyes.

"Perseus Jackson what would give you that idea!" I yelled, outraged that anyone would hurt him to where he was so broken.

I saw him flinch when I said his name. He had backed away from me and had his hands in front of his face as if I was going to hit him.

Immediately I felt guilty.

"Percy?" I said in the softest voice I could manage.

Slowly, very slowly, he lowered his hands. I heard him sniffle and realized he had been crying.

His eyes, his eyes that used to be so full of light, looked scared and scarred.

"Percy I can help you." I said, still speaking in a soft voice, "But I can't if you won't tell me what happened. I'm sorry for yelling at you, I shouldn't have done that. Please Percy just let me in."

And he nodded to my surprise.

"Gabe." He whispered, barely audible.

"Who?" I said, happy that he was talking to me.

"G-Gabriel Ugliano." He stuttered, "He is my st-step dad...or, or was my step da-dad. He...h-he"

He paused looking at the ground.

"Go on Percy. You can tell me." I told him.

"I was six. S-six, that's...that's too young!!" He started hyperventilating again.

"Percy calm down! Your step father can't get you here!" I tried to calm him down and eventually he continued.

"Ever since my 6th birthday h-he would hit m-me and...and." His voice broke but he kept talking, "My m-mom never knew wha-what he did. No-no one did. Finally he d-died b-but Gaea, she...she brought h-him back!"

"I wa-was kidnapped from the, the Argo II and...and he, he would

tor-torture...a-and." He said. By the look in his eyes he obviously didn't want to continue.

"And?" I asked, knowing that I had to hear it all to understand.

"They hate me." He said, whispering so low I had to lean in to hear him.

"Who?" I asked, "Who hates you?"

"I th-thought they were my fri-friends Calypso!" He said, running his hands through his dirty hair, "But I...I guess I was wrong. All I ever cared about

wa-was impressing my father. At, at least he doe-doesn't hate me. And you. Y-you are nice. But...but the-they hurt me. And...and Annabeth...h-her dagger...right here."

He pointed to his heart and I noticed for the first time a rip in his shirt that I hadn't seen before.

He pulled the rip apart and I saw a scar that looked worse than the rest. The rest would heal. I knew for a fact that that scar would never heal. It was reminder.

It was a simple line as the scar. What surrounded it was what scared me.

As if it was tattooed was a heart just a little smaller than the scar. The scar itself, made up the edge of a sword-no, dagger, that went through the heart. Surrounding it was a single word:

Hero

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A/N

OMG I was listening to my music when writing this and the song "Battle Scars" by Lupe Fiasco came on! Coincedence? I think not!

Anyway I'm sorry if you guys thought it was short I just really wanted to end it there.

So thank you to ALL MY MOONYS who have either voted or commented or even READ my book. You guys are awesome!

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