AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Ok. I'll be frank, I had doubts whether to make this prompt on which demigod. Percy, Nico, Leo and Apollo were the candidates. Apollo and Nico got eliminated as they have already got chapters dedicated to them and the rest two were left. Then I chose to do it with Percy.

I first felt it when I was choking Achlys on her own poison. I had thought that the surge of raw power in my veins was solely due to the adrenaline and testosterone pumping through my body but now, it feels different. Tartarus changed me in ways more than once.

The dark side of my mind that I never knew, is always trying to take over control. As I sit at the dining hall, the blood in the veins of the other campers calls to me to bend it to my own wish. The thought itself horrifies me.

I am afraid of the dark. Nico and Annabeth they were too but mine is for a completely different reason. The darkness in me seems to increase its multitude as the surroundings go dark.

Dad assured me this was bound to happen with a sad smile. And that was the last time I saw him or spoke to him. Everyone said the same thing that I am too powerful to be a mortal and that is the reason for these feelings. The camp is trying to avoid me. I have seen the fearful glances thrown my way, not so subtly. But why wouldn't they? Anyone would be afraid of a killer.

My nightmares don't help at all. Every night I wake up screaming all alone in my cabin, having dreamt of killing someone or the other. Jason offered to stay with me, but I am afraid.

I am afraid that in my unconscious state during the night, I will lose control as the water in his body will call to my dark nature, that I will kill the person dear to me.

The suggestion of Gabe seems the most sensible one. And I have decided to follow it. Mom is pregnant with Estelle. She and Paul won't be missing me much. The camp is safe and so are my friends. Jason would find his solace in Leo. I have noticed that the fire user has a crush on my boyfriend and for the first time I am glad for it. Maybe no one will miss me much.

And why would they? I am a monster. I am a monster that could kill anyone just by wishing it and I am afraid that one day I will succumb to my dark self and do the very same thing.

I have taken my decision. Perhaps the underworld would not be much bad! Twirling the razor blade in my hands feels comfortable enough. I can feel the blood in my own veins asking me to control it. I am terrified. I am afraid of all I am but there is no one to save me from myself.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

This wasn't exactly romantic. Just a mention of Jercy in the middle somewhere. I apologize for the poorly written one but I felt the need to show the suicidal tendencies of Percy that match with many other people too. I have always pondered why people commit suicide and the best explanation I have reached is they are terrified of themselves.

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