Will You Save Me // Jercy AU

1~ You Can't Save Everyone

Percy's POV

--2 years ago--

I stood by her bed, my lips trembling as I viewed the woman I looked up to for all my life, my hero, fade away to nothing. How was this fair? No thirteen year old should have to go through this. The steady beeps that made up my background noise were the only things I had to reassure me that she was still alive. It pained me to see her withered features, once so striking, now nothing more than a shadow of their former glory.

I hung my head, I should have saved her, it should be me there instead of her. I swallowed my nausea and focused on her. I barely noticed when the rapid beeps faded away to one single one. I gasped, my words stuck in my throat. I couldn't move, I merely froze and saw the nurses rush in, someone grabbed me and pushed me out of the room. Only then did my limbs respond.

'No! Please, let me be with her' I screamed as I struggled against the man who was repelling me from the room, denying me of the last moments with my mother.
'Let me go!'
He didn't and as I stood, locked away from my mother, banging on the glass all I could do was watch as my life, my entire world, crumbled around me.

--Present time--

'Boy!'

I rolled over, my sleep disturbed by the shout I heard. A beam of light shining through my decrepit curtains was bright in my face. I groaned and sat up, wincing from the pain in my ribs. Damn last night was fun, my thoughts silent to everyone but me. I slowly walked over to my mirror, careful to not aggravate the wound more than needed, to survey the damage. To my dismay, a dark purple bruise was blossoming just above my left eye and my lip was swollen.

For joy, for joy.

'Boy! Get here you worthless piece of shit!'

The second shout drew me out of my stupor. I shook my head, refusing to let the words get to me. I admit I have let them get to me before, it wasn't pretty. I was young then, I had just lost my mum and all I heard every day were those words.
Worthless, ugly, waste of space, useless, freak
And when your world consists only of that, you start to believe it.

'Boy for the last time get your ass over here before I come over there and drag you!'

I shuddered, not wanting to experience that again. I had no desire to earn another beating before school so I rapidly finished dressing and made my way, as quickly as I could manage to the kitchen. It wasn't very far anyway due to the minuscule apartment we lived in.
'Yes?' I directed my answer to the man sitting in an armchair facing the TV, Smelly Gabe. Of course, that wasn't his real name, I named him that when he first started dating my mum. He reeked of old pizza and booze.
'Get me a beer'

'And you can't do it because...?'

'Because I don't want to OK princess?'

I rolled my eyes at his stupid nickname, deciding arguing wasn't worth a kick or punch and slowly limped over to the fridge. I grabbed a beer and slowly made my way back before handing it to him.

'What's this?'

'Erm... Your beer?'

'And I've told you how I want you to hand my beer to me before stupid boy'

With that he reached up and gave my head a sharp tap, aggravating my already bruised head.

He grabbed the beer from me roughly and opened it himself. Muttering something about stupid kids, worthless, good for nothing and dumb.

I limped off, trying to make myself as inconspicuous as possible. I couldn't bring myself to eat breakfast, which was stupid I know. I hadn't eaten anything but an apple for 2 days and I knew it was starting to show. I downed 3 cups of water to try and damper my hunger. I then proceeded to grab my headphones, skateboard and school bag and as quietly as possible leave the apartment. As soon as I closed the door, I sighed in relief.