Notes

1. Gone

Percy Jackson died three months after the first time he told me he had cancer.
I guess the death came as a shock to everyone near to him. He was finally responding to the goddamned treatment and then when the doctors gave him another year to live, the cancer hit his brain stem and he died.
I remember locking myself in my room for days. The shock truly hit me the day summer break started. Percy would have been graduating for college.
The day of my senior graduation I looked around the stands searching for someone. I stopped when I realized the person I was looking for was Percy.
The day he died was fresh in the back of my mind only to be relived with the smallest triggers.
I walked out of my art class and snapped my phone out of airplane mode and turned on my ringer. I hopped into my car and turned up the radio on my way to the hospital.
"I try to picture me without you but I can't. Because we could be immortals." Fall out Boy blared through my cheap speakers. I grinned at the song. We had been planning the wedding and this was going to be the song we played for our first dance.
It would have been our song. Suddenly I got a phone call. "Hello?" I answered with my head leaning to my shoulder to hold up the phone. "Nico?" Said the voice of Mrs. Blofis/Jackson. I could hear worry tracing her voice with hints something like maybe sadness. "Sally, is something wrong with Percy?" "Yes," her voice caught, "Nico, Percy died." I almost crashed my car. "What?" I asked. "He died Nico. Percy's gone." I had nothing to say so I hung up. I pulled off to the side of the road for a minute with tears racing down my face. "NO!" I screamed and I slammed my face on my horn. It made a sound that represented how I felt. "He's gone." I told myself. "He wouldn't want you like this." But I knew in my head I was thinking that he could go screw himself if he didn't want me to be sad about his death. Because I was going to be fucking sad.