Percy Jackson's memories

21

Continuing the previous memory

  The man approached me quickly, starting to trail kisses all over my neck, and his hands travelled my body. I moaned, trying to get away, but I was chained, and it was hard to do much of anything. Most of my senses were messed up, all except feeling and smell, and I felt things I didn't want to feel, and I smelled the thick scent of alcohol and drugs.

  He continued taking off my clothes, taking off his quickly after. I squeezed my eyes shut, this was only a bad dream, just a bad dream. "This isn't real." I whispered, squirming a little, trying one last time to get out of his grip. If this wasn't real, why does it feel like it? Every sensation brought back memories, ones I've all forcefully shoved back. I don't want to remember.

  "Yeah, so what's the harm? It's not real." He moaned.

The screen turned black, probably because Iris didn't want them to see what actually happened. I looked down shamefully, wiping tears away from my eyes. I glared at the floor angrily, but I refused to look anywhere else. I didn't want to see the looks they were giving me. I was meant to be the hero of Olympus, and I got raped, and it was so easy for him to! It took no effort for him to kidnap or drug me!

  "Percy, you don't have to be ashamed." Jason said, sitting beside me, wrapping an arm around my shoulder comfortingly. I shook my head, turning my head away from him slightly. They pity me, of course they did.

  "Sure I don't. We'll just pretend that I wasn't grabbed off the street and drugged! We'll pretend that it was hard for him to do it! We'll pretend that I wasn't a complete weakling when all this happened!" I shouted angrily, standing up and looking at him.

   "Percy, you had a moment of fear, but you are alive, and you are fine, or at least will be." Annabeth said calmly. She made eye contact with me, and I felt myself calm instantly. She will always be able to do that to me. I feel so content when I look in her eyes, although they look like storms, storms that know your every move, but I find comfort in that. The feeling of knowing what's happening around you, I feel so content.

   "That moment of fear got me drugged and raped." I said, rubbing my face, tears rolling down my cheeks. She walked up to me and hugged me, and I held her like my life depended on it. I love her, she makes me feel safe, she's my safe haven.

   "But if you wanted, you can get your payback. You can ruin his life, worse than he just ruined yours." Annabeth said, and I nodded. He deserves jail, he deserves hell. "And if you want to, we have to go to the NYPD now, get a rape kit, and tell the police what happened." Annabeth said and I sighed, rubbing my head.

  "If they see a big guy walk in claiming he got raped, how many people are going to believe that." I chuckled, running my hand through my hair nervously. It felt weird, saying this in front of everyone else, because they all know what happened but they don't understand.

   "Wait, guys, there's more to the memory." Frank said, getting our attention. We settled back in and began to watch.

  Time went slow after that, and I scowled at myself. I brought my knees to my chest and cried into my knees. Why me? I grew up getting abused by Gabe, sold my body to numerous men and women, got betrayed by close friends, did chores for the gods, risked my life more times than I can count, and saved Olympus, when will it be enough?

  The man walked in again, putting more heroin in me and more drugs I couldn't recognize, until I was gagging, and I couldn't breathe. Was this what an overdose felt like? My brain numbed quickly, and I couldn't breathe. He carried me up some stairs, 3 flights I think, and tossed me out of the window.

  I landed on some body's and I vomited. I stuck my finger into my mouth and vomited until I couldn't. I climbed out of the dumpster, stumbling. I climbed up to the top of the building using the fire escape. Nobody saw me, and I hoped they wouldn't. No one would stop me, nothing will change my mind, I've been through to much, and I'm done with it.

  I stood at the edge of the roof, stumbling when the wind blew. I looked down, and the cement looked like it was rushing at me. Maybe it was the drugs, or the adrenaline in my veins, or maybe it was fear.

  Maybe it was fear of the afterlife, or dying to young. Possibly because I know that Nico will know when I died and he will come for me in the underworld. Could it be because I actually like living? My mom, demigod friends and mortal friends, my dad, Hestia, other friendly gods, Chiron, and Annabeth?

  Anger shook my body at the thought of her. I went to hell for her! I fought battle after battle for her, and this was the battle I lost. I was angry because I knew that I messed up, it was all my fault. I should've told her, if I did, we wouldn't be in this mess. My Greek and Roman friends know more about me than I had ever wanted, and in a sense, so do my other friends. My camp friends bring out the good side of me, even though I always thought I was bad, I thought I was the villain to my own story, and everyone else's. My mortal friends brought out my rebellious side, that much was obvious. They let me be my flawed self, which sometimes can be bad, but they let me go over the edge, and sometimes I just need to fall.

  They wouldn't let me fall now, no one would. I took a deep breath of fresh air, realizing the tears that were on my face. I sighed, stepping off the edge.