Hey y'all! This is gonna be in Percy's POV. So, this gonna be a short oneshot about Jercy, and its gonna be filled with angst. So, do not read if you are sensitive to angst. Actually, ya know what? Read away. I ain't your mother. 

I ran, and ran, and ran, ignoring the voices in my ears, closing my hands over them. I ran across the road. Because that's what I do, isn't it? I run.

From my responsibilities.

From my pain.

From my torture.

From any hope of survival.

From my life.

From myself.

From my stepdad.

I stood, panting against an electricity pole. I gasped, trying to ease the stitch in my side. Suddenly, I saw a hobbling figure in the distance, calling out my name. I started breathing raggedly. No, I thought. Please. This was not the time to have panic attacks. I need to get out of here, away from that house, where my mother died. No, where she was murdered. No. 

Where I let her be murdered. 

Black spots started dancing around my eyes, and the stitch in my sides pained horribly as I resumed running, into an alleyway, the figure continuing to follow me. I panted, sliding down into a narrow alleyway, covering my hands over my ears, and crouching, whispering, 'Please don't hurt me please don't hurt me please don't hurt me. I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry.' I didn't realise when I started crying and shaking violently, but even after realising this, I couldn't stop. I started to sob harder.

Memories of Gabe flitted around my head like black bats. Dark, but so vividly clear, each detail sharp as a knife. 

The person who was following me, kneeled down. I started hyperventilating. 'Hey, hey, hey. Calm down. Percy. Percy, it's me. It's me. You're okay. You're fine. Calm down, Perce, please calm down. Deep breaths. Deep breaths.' That's when I realised who was the person. 

Jason. My crush. 

'Ja- Jason?' I asked timidly. 'Yeah, It's me, Perce. You..... feeling alright?' A reply came. I lifted my head up. My panic had subsided, and now that it had, I felt extremely tired. 'I... I-' And then I fainted. 

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*3 hours later*

Ughhh. Where am I? My head hurts. My leg hurts. Everything hurts. (A/N: PLEASE DO NOT TAKE DOUBLE MEANINGS.) I was lying down on a bed.  I saw someone sitting next to me. Jason. And he was holding my hand, whispering words of comfort. I felt my cheeks heat up. I heard some words from his long ramble, like, 'sorry', 'I should've been there for you' and 'I love you so much'.

Wait... What?!

WHAT?!

Did he just say that he... he loves me?! I sat up slowly, and looked at him. He started blushing when he saw that he was still holding my hand, and quickly let go, rubbing his neck, which had turned beet red, sheepishly. I smiled and pulled him in for a hug. He looked taken aback, but hugged me back fiercely too. 

'Are you... okay?' He asked me, cupping my face in his hands. 'Yeah. Just... had stuff to do.'

He frowned. 'Stuff that made you have a panic attack in the middle of the night? Really, Perce? You think I'm that stupid?' I hung my head, and narrated my life story to him, ranting my heart out to the only one who has stolen it. 

I told him about Gabe.

I told him about my Mom.

I told him about the abuse that I faced everyday. 

I told him about the voices in my head, that tell me to kill myself, and call me a coward.

I told him about my scars, and when I started self- harming.

I told him about my crush.

I TOLD HIM I LIKED HIM. A LOT.

And he just.... hugged me again. And whispered sweet nothings into my ears, rubbing my back. Then, I found out about his life, how his sister ran away when he was small, how his father left him, how he was always expected to be the golden boy in school, and that he liked me too.

Well, I was over the moon.

Then, he informed me that Gabe had been taken into custody. And it just made my life when he asked me to be his boyfriend.

-DA END-

Well, that's a happy ending for y'all! It had some fluff, and angst, and hopefully, was good enough! Love y'all! Stay tuned for more oneshots! Also, please comment which ship ya'll want next. I will not be doing Solangelo at all. And no straight ships please. Give me gay ships. I love making gay ships. If y'all REALLY want me to do Lesbian ship, I will try my best. Hurrah, people! 700+ words for Jercy Oneshot! 

Toodles!