Being A Parker

Chapter 10

...Previously...

I quietly slipped out of the room without anyone noticing and into the hallway. I walked some distance when I heard " Do you need any help? Percy" the voice asked after a second I realized that it was F.R.I.D.A.Y, Mr.Stark's AI who runs this place. I looked at the nearest camera and said " No Thanks F.R.I.D.A.Y, I am simply exhausted so I am heading to the room to rest " and wandered to the room.

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Percy's Point of View.

After I entered the room I shuffled towards the bed and settled down on the bed then started fiddling with my camp necklace, started to wonder about the rest of the Seven and all the other half-bloods who perished in the final battle against Gaea.

I recalled all their names, If I had been faster and stronger maybe I could of save them but I couldn't. It has been almost 2 months since the battle but I couldn't still get rid of the guilt of not being able to save his friends and is also being plagued with nightmares about the rest of the Seven's death.

I signed and then stopped fiddling with the camp necklace. Then stood up from the bed and walked towards the closest and pulled a backpack that I had stored in it. That still held a few items that I haven't unpacked. It held a pack of ambrosia, a flask of nectar, a set of clothes, a few celestial bronze daggers, and finally a scrapbook. The scrapbook had a sea blue cover with seashells engraved in bronze color, the book was filled with photos and memories from the time he first joined Camp Half-Blood.

I took the scrapbook out of the backpack and walked back to bed to sit. I started to go through it as I slowly flipped the pages revisiting the memories that were associated with the photos in the scrapbook, I didn't even realize that I was crying until I came across one of the last photos in the scrapbook. It was a photo of Seven before they died. I closed the book and held it to my chest and held back my sobs but a few of them slipped out and stood up to put the scrapbook away but was interrupted by a knock on my door. I hurriedly wiped my tears while hiding the book away and said " Come in", I thought it was Peter but it was Mr.Barton once I realized it was him I tried to turn away so he wouldn't see my red puffy eyes and the tear tracks on my face but it was too late he already saw them.

" Hey, are you alright? " I heard Mr.Barton ask me with a tone of concern as I avoided looking at him. I conveyed a slight nod and responded " Yeah, I am alright. I am just exhausted " which was partially a lie."Okay, Kid. If you say so" said Mr.Barton with a sigh although he said that I felt he knew I was not telling the truth but didn't question me. Before he left the room he gave a small smile and said "If you need to talk to someone, you know where to find me " and left the room.

After that, I decided to get some rest. I put the scrapbook back into the closet and then walked back to the bed and laid down, I stared at the ceiling for a second and opened my mouth and said "F.R.I.D.A.Y can dim the lights, please" I didn't get a reply but the lights dimmed and I drifted off to sleep. I had a few hours of peaceful sleep before I was interrupted by a nightmare/dream.

~ *Dream* ~

I open my eyes and I find myself in a terrible familiar landscape of Tartarus, I could feel the poisonous air and smell of ashes and monsters, I was in a cave overlooking down the landscapes of Tartarus, I could sense the ancient darkness clingy to walls, I was about to find out how I came back here when I heard someone breathing and then I heard footsteps coming towards me. I turned around quickly and uncapped Riptide and pointed at the being and when I saw him, I almost dropped Riptide in shock as I saw Jason who was supposed to be dead, his eyes were glassy and blank, He had blood dripping down from his forehead then Hazel, Frank, Piper, Leo, Annabeth appeared next to each other and they all had blood on them.........Jason opened his mouth and said "Percy, Why didn't save us"."We were a family and you didn't protect us " chorused Hazel and Frank. "You didn't help me, Percy, You were my best friend. Why didn't help us," shouted Annabeth. It continued as they blamed me for their demises until.....