Why is Everything so Loud?! (Fem. Percy)

Leave Me Alone

"Percy,"

"Leave me alone."

"Child, you should know better than to think I would do that."

I lifted my face from my pillow long enough to glare at Dad. "I want to be left alone. I will sleep in the stables."

My mattress dipped as he sat down. "I know you don't want me around you right now, but that doesn't mean that it's what you need."

"Kinda is," I mumbled, half tempted to cover my head with my pillow. I didn't, knowing it would do nothing to block out his voice.

"Child, I need you to talk to me."

"No, you want me to talk to you."

"Perseus."

I groaned and sat up. "This doesn't affect you. This isn't your problem, it's mine. You can't swoop in and try to- try to fix me. I'm not broken! I just want to feel something, and if this is how I do that why is that so bad?"

"This does affect me, you're my daughter! I care about you!"

My hands clenched, nails digging into my palms. I stared at Dad, very much aware of the increasing sound of waves from outside. "If you actually cared about me, you would have checked on me. You would've at least asked if I was okay. But, no. A teenager can easily handle watching her friends be ripped limb from limb."

Dad's hands covered mine, prying them away from my arms. I stared at the blood flowing from the reopened wounds. Water flowed over from the fountain. I bit my tongue, trying to ignore it as it pressed against my skin. I squirmed and tried to pull my arms from Dad's grip. It didn't work, but I somehow managed to evaporate the water.

"Percy-"

"Don't." I took advantage of his momentary distraction and pulled away. "If I wanted your help, I would've asked. So how about you don't put your nose where it doesn't belong and leave me the Hades alone?"

"Even though I'm your father, I'm still a god, Perseus."

"Ooo, first name. We both know I'm only alive because Zeus thinks I'm useful. And I know for a fact that I'm stronger than most demigods because you guys let me get away with saying a lot of shit. I wouldn't be surprised if Athena's called me a weapon."

"I'll ground you."

"Unless you're Mom, I really don't care. Not like you could ground me from much anyway." I laid down. "I also think it's funny how you aren't denying what I said."

Dad's hand rested on my shoulder. "It's true that you are stronger than most-" I growled and he pulled his hand away. "Child..." the hurt in his voice was clear. Great, I managed to make him upset. If this is what I do with him, what would happen with Mom?

My body shook and I tried my best to ignore him as he continued talking. He put his hand back on my shoulder, which led to him talking more and more as he felt my trembling. Tears welled in my eyes. "Shut up."

"What?"

"Shut up! Shut up, shut up, shut up!" The words so often aimed at myself were now aimed at my dad. My fingers tangled in my hair. "Just...leave me alone. Please."

The waves grew more and more audible. Pain bloomed in my stomach, much worse than the normal tug of my powers. Then it stopped. I couldn't hear the waves crashing and there was no more pain.

I whimpered as Dad rested his hand on my forehead. I knew he was trying to comfort me, to help, but the contact hurt. It was like every one of my senses wanted me to die. "Stop!"

"No. I'm trying to help you."

"I don't need your help! I don't want it!" I didn't care what came out of my mouth, I just needed him to go. Even the constant sea scent that followed him around nauseated me. My breathing caught in my throat; I rolled off of my bed and scrambled to the bathroom.

The meager contents of my stomach emptied into the toilet. I threw up again. After that it was dry heaves. I could see Dad, out of the corner of my eye, standing in the doorway. He took a step forward, but I threw a hand out to stop him.

Once I finished, I flushed the toilet. I made it to the sink and quickly brushed my teeth. I used mouthwash twice before heading back to bed. Dad caught my arm before I could push past. I didn't care, not at that point. The most I could do was try to continue, only to lose my balance and collapse. Dad caught me before I hit the ground.

"Easy there," he said, lifting me to his chest. "I've got you."

Three months earlier I would've loved this. I would've loved the attention from Dad. I would've loved him holding me like I was a little kid, holding me close. The sea scent and his heartbeat would've calmed me down.

But with everything happening, with everything that's happened, it made everything worse. The fabric of his shirt scratched against my skin. I whined and struggled, trying to escape it.

"Don't fight me. You need to rest." He laid me on my bed and pulled a blanket over me. He tried to say something else, but I covered my ears.

"Leave." My voice was barely a whisper as it passed my lips. "Just leave. I...I can't."

"You can't what?"

"I can't deal with you right now, so leave!"

Should I be in bed? Yes.

Do I need to watch a movie tomorrow? Also yes.

Am I going to watch the movie? Yes.

Am i going to try to build a wall in the woods? Probably.

Am I going to ask if there is anything specific you want to see?

Yes.

So is there anything specific you want to happen?

See yah