"Hey Percy, guess what time it is?"

Percy merely glanced back at him, barely acknowledging their existence. He didn't feel like dealing with them, though he probably didn't have much of a choice.

"I said," something shoved him against the lockers, gripping his arm. "guess what time it is."

Time for you to disappear.

Thankfully before Jason could do anything a knight in shining armor appeared-- or, a knight in leather.

"Bad boy!" Nico hit Jason over top the head, making him wince. "Bad bad bad bad bad boy dog."

"Gah..." Jason glared at him, "What's your problem man?" he let go of Percy.

"We have practice, you don't have time to beat him up. Come on." Nico grabbed his arm, running off.

Percy let out a small breath of relief; thank God for sports.

Though sadly the universe was having a little too much fun with power, and had him run into none other then Miss. Reyna Avila Ramirez Arellano.

"Ew!" she slapped Percy away, backing up to her entourage. "It touched me! It actually touched me! Little brat! Do you know who I am!?"

Sadly, yeah.

"Psst..." someone from her followers whispered, "It's that Percy kid, doesn't talk."

"Ugh, right. It's the freak. Why hasn't Jason taken care of him already?" Reyna scoffed. "If you ask me the kid should just leave this school altogether."

Wish I could.

"I mean all he is is social trash."

... Trash?

"Come on girls, we have to get ready for the dance anyway. It's only eight weeks away and we still have so much to do!"

Percy jumped out of their way as the group of girls (and dumbstruck boys) ran and followed Reyna to who-knows-and-who-cares where.

God, maybe he should just skip class for the day.  He didn't really feel like giving the universe, or bystanders, another reason to laugh at him.

Slowly he walked off, his head down even lower then usual. Life just sucked.

How are you supposed to be strong when you can't even be who you wanna be? How are you supposed to be happy when the reason your family is dead is because of you?

His little walk turned into a jog, then a run, then a sprint.

He wanted to leave, wanted to get out of that stupid little town.

No one would notice, no one would care. His foster parents barely pay any attention to him, his real parents were dead, and he was already invisible enough as it was. If he disappeared would it really, truly make a difference? He had no friends; him taking his own life wouldn't impact anyone.

"WATCH OUT!"

Something collided with Percy's body and he fell to the ground, a heavy weight tumbling down with him.

The last thing he saw before going unconscious looked white, really white. A pale angel, maybe.

--

"Shut up!"

"I-I just wanted t-to show you..."

"It doesn't matter!" his step mom stared down at him, eyes blazing. "Have I not made myself clear? I do not care what you do, I do not care what failures or accomplishments you make, so long as I don't get involved."

His eyes swelled with tears. "I-if you h-hate everything... t-then why..."

"Why did I marry your father?" her laughter was cold, deadly even. He couldn't stand to be in the stupid room anymore, so he ran.

How could his father be so blind?

Maybe it was because she truly was a good actress...

At their first meet and greet he and thought she was amazing. Beautiful, nice, smart, generous, all the good qualities that the world needed more of. But instead she was just a monster...

Worst of all... all those late night talks, all of those comforting words... they had all been fake.

In reality she never gave a damn; probably just thought he was some stupid, spoiled bratty rich kid that.

"I married your father for the money!" the voice burst through his eardrums, hitting him like a bus. "There's no such thing as love! Learn that PIPSQUEAK!"

"Hey kid! Get out of the way!"

He didn't realize he was standing in the streets. He didn't realize there were lights. He didn't know there was a truck.

He didn't know his injuries would be his family's down fall.

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"Dad I-I'm sorry..."

"You have nothing to be sorry about. You need to just rest."

"I-I made us lose everything."

"No, that was me. That was all me. It was my fault for not seeing what she really was..."

"W-what are we g-gonna do now?"

"We're gonna act like nothing's wrong. We're gonna get through this. Just remember: This is not your fault."

'But it is...'

Song: Numb by Linkin Park