Aquaphobia (Percy Jackson Fic)

Emotions

A/N: OMG, there is 30 views on this fic! That is twice as much as yesterday. Thank you so much for reading my story! It really does mean a lot. The next chapter is going to set things up for some of the more mental and emotional aspects of this story. I hope you enjoy it. Comment any suggestions you have.

Warning: There will be self-harm in this chapter. I am writing this from my personal experiences, so if this is different from yours, please don't be mad. Every experience is different. Also, don't read if this triggers you. I will tell you when it starts.

Disclaimer: I wish I did, but alas, I don't own the Percy Jackson franchise. I only own any characters I create and most of the plot line.

Me and Poseidon walk back to the Cabin in silence. So many thoughts race through my head. This man, who claims to have loved my mother, did nothing when the very element he controls killed her. He let the water hurt me, every time my mum let it punish me when I was bad. When I was three and it cursed me. I feel the anger swirling in me as we head to the cabin, but I hold my tongue. This man could be just as dangerous as the element he represents.

When we get to the Cabin I see Percy in the main area talking to a cyclops. At first, I tense, but then I realise how calm Percy is. This must be Tyson. They both look up at me, and I see Tyson look at me with a large grin, his eye full of happiness. "Sister!!!" he says. Before I can even think about replying my feet are off the ground and my body is in a bone-crushing hug. I look at Percy, eyes begging him to help me. He just smirks at me. Jerk.

After a few minutes of hugs and me slowly turning purple, Percy, the asshole, finally does something. "I think that's enough Tyson, she needs to breath." Tyson immediately drops me. I gasp for breath, sending a half-hearted glare at Percy. I hear my father clear his throat. We all stop and look at him. "It's good to see you Dad" says Percy, nodding towards him. Tyson just keeps smiling. "I came to see how Aria is adjusting to camp." says Dad simply. I resist the urge to role my eyes, yeah right, like he suddenly cares. "She appears to be settling in okay" starts Percy, when he realises I don't intend to answer. "She beat an Ares kid in a fight today." I look at him surprised, how did he know? He notices my expression "you're the talk of the camp." he explains. Poseidon begins to laugh. "Wait till I tell Ares. My daughter beating one of his children, and on her first day too! I will never let him live it down." I just glare as he laughs. I am not a trophy he can lord over the other gods, and he hasn't earned any sort of right to call me his daughter. "I am glad the daggers could be of use." I mumble a thank you, still refusing to look him in the eye. He sighs "Look Aria, I know you are upset. I know living with your mother wasn't the best..." I cut him off.

"You think I didn't want to live with my mother!" I exclaim, shocked.

"Well yeah" he says confused, "she hurt you"

"She never hurt me" I all but scream. "The water did, she only put me in it to prove how dangerous it was. The water cursed me. It drowned her!"

"That was your mother Aria. She hurt you. And the water didn't curse you."

"No, the water is dangerous and cruel. Just like you. You let her drown. You let the water curse me when I was little. You're the god of sea, and yet you just sat back while your element destroyed our life."

"Aria it wasn't a curse, I was trying to tell your mother to stop. She was hurting you, I..."

"No!" I scream "Don't talk about her like that! My mother taught me how to keep myself safe, from the water, and from you." With that I take of running. I have no destination in mind, I just run until I can't think. Until all that exists is the wind and nothing else.

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Eventually, I find myself at the Arena. I go towards a sparring dummy, and I just let out all of my anger on it. Tears slip out of my eyes as I jab, punch, and kick. I use any attack I can think of, desperately trying to get my mind off of my Father. Who does he think he is, walking in and start accusing my mother of being a bad parent. My mother loved me, she kept me safe. He doesn't know the first thing about me.