My job sucks (Percy Jackson)

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I didn't want to live, I stopped wanting to live since I got captured. No, I stopped living when I was captured, I wanted to stop breathing since. I knew I didn't deserve to live when killing people became normal, when I stopped crying myself to sleep because of the killing, and when I started thinking of ways to kill. It's so inhumane of me, and I hate it with every fibre of my being!

I came back to work today, and I was sitting in my chair, in front of my class. They between me and their papers, they didn't know what to think of me, I haven't smiled all morning, didn't start conversation or anything. "Take a picture, it'll last longer." I teased and they smiled, some laughed.

"Tell is a story Mr Jackson!" Someone suggested, and I smiled, standing up. "Not just any story though!" Another kid said, and I raised my eyebrow. "Tell us your story." Someone else finished and I sighed, shifting my weight.

"My story is very dark and depressing, you sure you want to hear it?" I asked. This class was full of 14 and 15 year olds, I think they could handle it. They would be the only people I've told. I shrugged, might as well. They all nodded, and I sighed.

"When I was about 3 years old, my mom married a man, he was a pig, alcoholic and druggie. He liked to boss my mom around, spend all of our money by gambling, and he liked to hit me. He abused me horribly for about 9 years until one day my mom and I went to a beach. We would rent out a cabin for a weekend and walk around. Well, one of my friends ended up running, and told us that I was in danger, I was getting hunted.

"We were driving in a storm, my friend was explaining things to me, why I was being chased, who was chasing me, whatnot. Anyways, lightning hit out vehicle and we flipped." I said.

"There's something your not mentioning." One of my students, Rosy said. She was very smart, could tell when a person was lying or not saying everything they know. She always chose me to be her victim, and so she liked to always ask me what I wasn't telling them.

"Confidential, I don't want to know what would happen if I told." I chuckled. I can't tell them I would get killed if I told them. Now they all obviously knew I was lying.

"Stop lying, you trust us, right!" A kid said, not shouting, but grinning. He was a funny one, Avery. He liked to joke around, cause a scene and such.

"I do, what I don't trust is technology. Well I guess telling you guys what would happen wouldn't do much damage. I'm pretty sure I would get killed. I got myself in a lot of trouble, bad past of so called terrorism." I scoffed and they laughed. "I blew up a few places, I did steal a couple things, I've been accused of a lot of other things, I didn't do them though. I can admit I did steal and blow up places." I chuckled.

"How old were you when you first broke the law?" Sammy asked and I thought of it.

"The first time I was wanted by government and law enforcement you mean? 12, when I was driving away with my mom and my friend. I was accused of kidnapping my mom or something, and then I was also 12 when I blew up the St Louis Arch or something like that. I've been travelling the country since twelve with no adults." I shrugged.

"That must have been amazing!" A girl named Anna said. She had a pretty bad home life, her parents abandoned her and she lives with her brother, who is in a relationship with a really toxic person.

"No, it wasn't. I felt lonely, although I was with two people my age, I was left to sit and think about what I did to deserve what I went through. Family is the most important, and yes, sometimes it can be toxic, abusive, but it's family, no family is perfect." I said surely, making eye contact with everyone.

"Who were you travelling with?" Someone asked, breaking the silence.

"My two best friends, Grover, who was also the one who came to me on my trip, and a girl named Annabeth. She and I ended up dating for a few years, I'm not really sure how long, but she ended up cheating on me with my cousin a few months ago. Right before I came here actually, two weeks before." I smiled.

"Did you get a new girl?" Some girls said in sync, teasing. I laughed, rubbing my neck.

"No, I've been, uh what's the word? Occupied." I laughed. I felt so relieved, this class makes me happy, all my classes do. Suddenly there was a knock on my door, and I looked. The door was wide open, and I saw all my old friends. I walked quickly to the door and beckoned them to get out the door way. "All of you to work." I said, shutting the door.

"Percy, there's an issue." Piper said, grimacing.

"Guys, I can't help with your issues, not after what happened last time when I went back." I said, frowning. The amount of people I killed, the torment I went through. How little remorse I felt when I knew that family's were waiting for their family's return. Some of them had kids.

"We need you though, your the only one that would be willing to." Annabeth said quietly.

"Willing to what?" I asked carefully. They better not be thinking what I think they are.

"Kill someone." Jason said, making eye contact with me.

"No, I can't. I won't." I said walking back into class. They didn't even have the decency to leave me when I'm teaching a class.

"Perseus! Don't suddenly become the good guy, your friends need your help and your just not going to help! We know that you been through shit but we would have thought that your loyalty to your friends was important." Annabeth growled at me, shoving me into my desk.

"Students, all of you go to the gym, tell the teacher that I told you guys to go there, she will find something for you." I said simply, and they all rushed out. I shut the door behind them and red filled my vision.

"I've been loyal this entire time! I haven't told anyone about you know! You guys just want to use me and you know it! I'm not killing anyone! Maybe I'm not a good person but I don't just kill on fucking command! If you guys show your faces here again I will get law enforcement involved!" I shouted, pointing at the door. They all walked out quietly, and I crumbled to the ground, tears streaming down my faces.

I was angry, I was upset, I was frustrated. I threw my papers on the ground, I shattered my phone, I punched a hole in the wall, and sobbed. I sighed, wiping my face. I picked up my papers and organized my desk, threw the shattered phone in the garbage outside and put a poster above the hole. I walked to the bathroom and washed my face, but my eyes were still puffy. I grabbed my backup phone and put the SIM card that had fallen out of my previous phone in it.

I sat in silence for a few moments before receiving a call.

"Mr Jackson? Are you alright? Your students said that some people came in and started yelling at you, and you told them to come here? Is everything okay?" She asked, and I hiccuped.

"Um, yeah, yeah. Just some old friends." I said, hiccuping again. She gasped in shock, well crap it obviously seems like I've been crying.

"Were you, crying?" She asked quietly and I sighed.

"Um, got a bit pissed and upset. You can tell my students they can come back, and just not bother me." I sighed, hanging up. I rubbed my face and kept my head down. Everyone walked in silently, sitting down, and I swear it has never been so quiet. I wouldn't let my personal life ruin their day, so I stood up, clearing my throat.

"We're going to do something fun." I smiled and they looked at me in shock.