D.S.D
Suicide
He stood on the ledge of the cliff that overlooked the beautiful sea. The almost silver moon shone high in the sky, providing light for him to see. He bit his inner cheek so hard that he started to taste blood in his mouth. He sighed, running his rough hand through his messy Raven Black hair.
He was tempted to jump into the water, finally ending his life so he could be at peace but he knew, even though his Father had ignored him for the past year, he wasn't and couldn't die in the ocean, the only place where he felt a sense of comfort.
"WHY?" He shouted angrily into the air, balling his fists tightly. He collapsed onto the ground, all those sleepless nights finally getting to him. He silently sobbed and started to trace his scars on his arms again.
Suddenly, he felt sleepy and wanted nothing more than to curl up on the floor and fall asleep with the wind blowing gently at him and the sound of waves ringing in his ears. But he reminded himself not to. If he succumbed to sleep, he would get those nightmares again.
Sleep
He shook his head, a whimper escaping his throat.
Sleep and all will be fine
He dug his nails into his skin to prevent him from sleeping but since he started cutting himself with a celestial bronze knife, he felt no pain whatsoever. Even when blood started pouring out from the wound he made with his nails, he felt nothing and that scared him.
Sleep
The voice rang in his mind, repeating it slowly, over and over again. And then, he slowly closed his eyes and the world turned black.
"I see you're back for more fun..." Tartarus cackled, an evil smirk appearing on his face.
"Let's have some fun, shall we?" He growled menacingly, grabbing his whip that had poison smeared all over it.
Tartarus raised the whip, high up into the air before letting it smack the Son of Poseidon on his back.
A satisfying sound came from the whip that had landed on the Son of Poseidon's back. The demigod collapsed onto the floor, a thin red line on his back.
"Weakling!" A Monster in the crowd cheered as the audience started to throw knives, swords and poison bottles at him.
The demigod, stood up shakily, only to be whipped on the back once again. His vision got even more blurry everytime Tartarus brought the whip down onto him.
The demigod saw in the darkest corner of the crowd, his friends and family. "Mum? Dad?" He whispered as he saw the two familiar and gentle faces in the crowd. However, they were both shaking their heads and laughing evilly.
"Guys?" He croaked out as Tartarus brought out his long, poisonous celestial bronze sword. His friends stood next to his mum, a smirk on all of their faces as jeered at him, throwing their weapons and unfortunately hitting him.
"Annabeth..." His voice was now barely just a whisper. He felt Tartarus grabbing his hair and pulling him up, dangling him up in the air. Annabeth was in the middle of it all, a smirk on her face as she looked at him darkly. Beside her, stood Luke Castellan, holding her hand.
The Son of Hermes gave him a triumphant smirk before grabbing Annabeth's face and kissing her like there was no tomorrow.
"The Hero Of Olympus, everyone!" Tartarus shouted, his voice echoing around the stadium while the audience got up on their feet, jeering at the demigod. They all started throwing even sharper blades, all hitting him right in the centre at his chest.
"No..." He whimpered, closing his eyes tightly, tears dripping down his face.
"NO!" He shouted as he jolted up, awake from his nightmare. His body shook with silent sobs as he curled up in a ball, shaking uncontrollably. He traces his scars on his arms, counting every stroke.
730 days Happy Second Anniversary, Son of Poseidon
The voice rang in his ears, making him grab his head, letting a frustrated and tired scream escape his throat. After an hour of crying, he looked up in the sky and still saw the moon. Sighing, he got up from the floor and wincing at the pain he felt on his hip.
When he got up, he realised he had been sleeping on top of a celestial bronze dagger. The dagger had probably been digging into his hip. Slowly, he lifted up his shirt on his right hip and saw a huge wound that had blood pouring out from it.
Wincing in pain, the demigod took off his black shirt and tied it around his hip, pulling it tightly at his wound area. Shivering from the cold, he began to walk through the forest and back to his cabin.
Once he reached his cabin, he opened the creaky door and slammed it shut before collapsing on his bed.
No one cares about you
You're worthless to them now
You're just a pawn in the Gods' game
He felt hot tears beginning to well up in his eyes and he let a sob escape his throat. Pulling his legs towards his chest, the Son of Poseidon began to rock himself back and forth.
Just do it already and all this pain and suffering will be gone
You'll be at peace
You'll be okay
He hadn't heard that word for a long time. Okay. Will he be okay? All he had to do was do that one simple action, and he would be okay, at peace?
Yes, that's all you need to do
Besides, no one will miss you
They barely notice you now and won't when you're gone
The demigod slowly got of his bed and sat on his chair at his desk. He looked through the window and saw the stars twinkling high up in the sky and the sound of the waves stopped him from shaking. Slowly, he grabbed his leather bound notebook and took Riptide out of his pocket.
Clicking the other end of the ballpoint pen and also weapon, the tip of a pen appeared and he began to write down all that needed to be said. To his family, his friends and the love of his life. Quietly, he clicked the pen and let out a breathe that he didn't know he had been holding.
All the pain and suffering he had felt for the last past two years was written down in the notebook. If anyone even cared about him, they would read it but he doubted anyone would. He told himself to breathe in and out steadily, and felt his chest rising before falling again.
He staggered to his bedside table, taking out all the photos he had collected from the past few years. All his friends and family, smiling happily with him. He wiped away his tears and places the pictures neatly onto his desk, next to the notebook.
Next, he took his Camp necklace from his toilet. He fingered the leather string and all the memories began rushing back to him. He hadn't worn the necklace ever since he was forgotten. For two whole years, he didn't put on the necklace.
He snapped out of his daydreaming and made his way to his desk, placing the necklace next to the pictures. Finally, he grabbed a velvet red box out from his pocket and two cruise ship tickets to Paris. Silently, he opened the box and admired the wedding ring in it.
He was going to give it to Annabeth but since she started ignoring him, he never got the chance to bring her to Paris and propose on the Eiffel Tower. Tears streamed down his face but this time, he didn't bother to wipe them away. He closed the velvet red box and gently placed it on top of his notebook along with the two tickets to Paris.
He looked out the window and once again, felt at peace with the sound of waves crashing onto the sandy shore and the gentle wind blowing into his room. He sighed, a sense of peace and quietness overtaking him.
Suddenly, he looked at his clock. 2am, he should get ready soon. He changed out of his shorts and now bloody shirt and wore his Favourite clothes, the clothes he wore on his last date with Annabeth, after the Giant War. A pair of black pants and a white shirt splattered with green paint. He grabbed his leather jacket and put it on as well. Lastly, he wore his wedding ring. The ring he was supposed to wear alongside with Annabeth. The ring was a silver band with the faintest colours of green and blue when light was shone on it.
Hurry
He looked at the clock, 3am. He bit his lip and took out Riptide from his pocket. Twirling the pen in his hand, the Son of Poseidon faced the sword side of the pen at his chest, more specifically, his heart.
Do it quickly and there will be no pain
He closed his eyes shut and took in a deep breathe. "Goodbye..." He whispered to nobody and finally, clicked his pen.
No more pain
No more suffering
No more being ignored
No more being forgotten
No more being broken
Perseus Jackson, the Son of Poseidon, lay on the wooden floor of his cabin, a smile that the world hadn't seen for two years, finally on his face. His celestial bronze sword, Riptide, in the middle of his heart. A pool of blood around his body. He was finally at peace and was no longer broken.
He was tempted to jump into the water, finally ending his life so he could be at peace but he knew, even though his Father had ignored him for the past year, he wasn't and couldn't die in the ocean, the only place where he felt a sense of comfort.
"WHY?" He shouted angrily into the air, balling his fists tightly. He collapsed onto the ground, all those sleepless nights finally getting to him. He silently sobbed and started to trace his scars on his arms again.
Suddenly, he felt sleepy and wanted nothing more than to curl up on the floor and fall asleep with the wind blowing gently at him and the sound of waves ringing in his ears. But he reminded himself not to. If he succumbed to sleep, he would get those nightmares again.
Sleep
He shook his head, a whimper escaping his throat.
Sleep and all will be fine
He dug his nails into his skin to prevent him from sleeping but since he started cutting himself with a celestial bronze knife, he felt no pain whatsoever. Even when blood started pouring out from the wound he made with his nails, he felt nothing and that scared him.
Sleep
The voice rang in his mind, repeating it slowly, over and over again. And then, he slowly closed his eyes and the world turned black.
"I see you're back for more fun..." Tartarus cackled, an evil smirk appearing on his face.
"Let's have some fun, shall we?" He growled menacingly, grabbing his whip that had poison smeared all over it.
Tartarus raised the whip, high up into the air before letting it smack the Son of Poseidon on his back.
A satisfying sound came from the whip that had landed on the Son of Poseidon's back. The demigod collapsed onto the floor, a thin red line on his back.
"Weakling!" A Monster in the crowd cheered as the audience started to throw knives, swords and poison bottles at him.
The demigod, stood up shakily, only to be whipped on the back once again. His vision got even more blurry everytime Tartarus brought the whip down onto him.
The demigod saw in the darkest corner of the crowd, his friends and family. "Mum? Dad?" He whispered as he saw the two familiar and gentle faces in the crowd. However, they were both shaking their heads and laughing evilly.
"Guys?" He croaked out as Tartarus brought out his long, poisonous celestial bronze sword. His friends stood next to his mum, a smirk on all of their faces as jeered at him, throwing their weapons and unfortunately hitting him.
"Annabeth..." His voice was now barely just a whisper. He felt Tartarus grabbing his hair and pulling him up, dangling him up in the air. Annabeth was in the middle of it all, a smirk on her face as she looked at him darkly. Beside her, stood Luke Castellan, holding her hand.
The Son of Hermes gave him a triumphant smirk before grabbing Annabeth's face and kissing her like there was no tomorrow.
"The Hero Of Olympus, everyone!" Tartarus shouted, his voice echoing around the stadium while the audience got up on their feet, jeering at the demigod. They all started throwing even sharper blades, all hitting him right in the centre at his chest.
"No..." He whimpered, closing his eyes tightly, tears dripping down his face.
"NO!" He shouted as he jolted up, awake from his nightmare. His body shook with silent sobs as he curled up in a ball, shaking uncontrollably. He traces his scars on his arms, counting every stroke.
730 days Happy Second Anniversary, Son of Poseidon
The voice rang in his ears, making him grab his head, letting a frustrated and tired scream escape his throat. After an hour of crying, he looked up in the sky and still saw the moon. Sighing, he got up from the floor and wincing at the pain he felt on his hip.
When he got up, he realised he had been sleeping on top of a celestial bronze dagger. The dagger had probably been digging into his hip. Slowly, he lifted up his shirt on his right hip and saw a huge wound that had blood pouring out from it.
Wincing in pain, the demigod took off his black shirt and tied it around his hip, pulling it tightly at his wound area. Shivering from the cold, he began to walk through the forest and back to his cabin.
Once he reached his cabin, he opened the creaky door and slammed it shut before collapsing on his bed.
No one cares about you
You're worthless to them now
You're just a pawn in the Gods' game
He felt hot tears beginning to well up in his eyes and he let a sob escape his throat. Pulling his legs towards his chest, the Son of Poseidon began to rock himself back and forth.
Just do it already and all this pain and suffering will be gone
You'll be at peace
You'll be okay
He hadn't heard that word for a long time. Okay. Will he be okay? All he had to do was do that one simple action, and he would be okay, at peace?
Yes, that's all you need to do
Besides, no one will miss you
They barely notice you now and won't when you're gone
The demigod slowly got of his bed and sat on his chair at his desk. He looked through the window and saw the stars twinkling high up in the sky and the sound of the waves stopped him from shaking. Slowly, he grabbed his leather bound notebook and took Riptide out of his pocket.
Clicking the other end of the ballpoint pen and also weapon, the tip of a pen appeared and he began to write down all that needed to be said. To his family, his friends and the love of his life. Quietly, he clicked the pen and let out a breathe that he didn't know he had been holding.
All the pain and suffering he had felt for the last past two years was written down in the notebook. If anyone even cared about him, they would read it but he doubted anyone would. He told himself to breathe in and out steadily, and felt his chest rising before falling again.
He staggered to his bedside table, taking out all the photos he had collected from the past few years. All his friends and family, smiling happily with him. He wiped away his tears and places the pictures neatly onto his desk, next to the notebook.
Next, he took his Camp necklace from his toilet. He fingered the leather string and all the memories began rushing back to him. He hadn't worn the necklace ever since he was forgotten. For two whole years, he didn't put on the necklace.
He snapped out of his daydreaming and made his way to his desk, placing the necklace next to the pictures. Finally, he grabbed a velvet red box out from his pocket and two cruise ship tickets to Paris. Silently, he opened the box and admired the wedding ring in it.
He was going to give it to Annabeth but since she started ignoring him, he never got the chance to bring her to Paris and propose on the Eiffel Tower. Tears streamed down his face but this time, he didn't bother to wipe them away. He closed the velvet red box and gently placed it on top of his notebook along with the two tickets to Paris.
He looked out the window and once again, felt at peace with the sound of waves crashing onto the sandy shore and the gentle wind blowing into his room. He sighed, a sense of peace and quietness overtaking him.
Suddenly, he looked at his clock. 2am, he should get ready soon. He changed out of his shorts and now bloody shirt and wore his Favourite clothes, the clothes he wore on his last date with Annabeth, after the Giant War. A pair of black pants and a white shirt splattered with green paint. He grabbed his leather jacket and put it on as well. Lastly, he wore his wedding ring. The ring he was supposed to wear alongside with Annabeth. The ring was a silver band with the faintest colours of green and blue when light was shone on it.
Hurry
He looked at the clock, 3am. He bit his lip and took out Riptide from his pocket. Twirling the pen in his hand, the Son of Poseidon faced the sword side of the pen at his chest, more specifically, his heart.
Do it quickly and there will be no pain
He closed his eyes shut and took in a deep breathe. "Goodbye..." He whispered to nobody and finally, clicked his pen.
No more pain
No more suffering
No more being ignored
No more being forgotten
No more being broken
Perseus Jackson, the Son of Poseidon, lay on the wooden floor of his cabin, a smile that the world hadn't seen for two years, finally on his face. His celestial bronze sword, Riptide, in the middle of his heart. A pool of blood around his body. He was finally at peace and was no longer broken.
I want to stop reading but I can't. this story is too captivating. I have to know what happenes next!
3/20/18