Annabeth's P.O.V.
I sat in the camp van while Chiron, Thalia, and Hazel work the Mist on every mortal present, holding him in my lap. I don't feel anything but pain. I don't hear anything but his voice, his last words to me, and his scream as he fell to the ground. I don't see anything but his empty eyes staring at me, the blood staining his shirt red. Nothing matters anymore. Because he is gone. Because Percy Jackson is dead.

Thalia's P.O.V.
Chiron, Hazel, and I stand outside the camp van and work the Mist on the mortals present, making them believe we're cops and here to take care of this. Everyone else is already in the van. Clarrise had run back inside the building and beat the shit out of Gabe after she saw that... that he was dead. No one had tried to stop her. She came back a few minutes ago, tears running down her face. Her boyfriend Chris, who had driven the van here after getting an IM from Chiron had rushed forward to meet her, wrapping her in a hug and letting tears of his own from down his face. Now, they were both in the van with everyone else.

Done working the mist, I climbed into the back and sat down next to Annabeth, glaring at Grover who immediately moved out of my way. I placed a hand on her shoulder and the other one on his hand. I suppressed a shudder. It was already cold. It had only happened about ten minutes ago. About eleven minutes ago, he had still been here. He had still been alive. But he had just learned that his stepfather was the reason his mother was dead, the reason he was crippled and blind. And he probably still believed all the things that basterd had told him. I made myself stop thinking about it. I stared at his face instead, keeping my thoughts blank and my face as clear of emotion as possible. Though, I couldn't stop the tears from falling endlessly down my cheeks.

Deciding to look around, I saw that there wasn't one person who didn't have tears in their eyes and slipping down their cheeks. Nico's eyes were red and puffy, tears still falling from his dark eyes. Will was a mess, sniffling and trying not to sob. Leo sat in a corner, holding his head in his hands as he shook with the force of his tears. Piper sat next to him, her arms wrapped around his shoulders and her head hung low, tears staining her cheeks and more continued to flow. Hazel sobbed into Frank's chest, sitting on his lap as he held her tight, his face buried in her hair as he cried as well. Reyna sat alone in a corner, trying not to show her emotions to everyone else, but she was crying. Rachel sat across from Annabeth and I, sobbing as well. Clarrise sat on Annabeth's other side, her arm also wrapped around Annabeth's shoulders, the other one wrapped around Chris who sat next to her. They both had tears slipping down their faces, leaning into each other. Grover sat next to me, his head in his hands as tears fell down his face in little rivers, seemingly never ending. Jason sat closer to the front by himself, a few tears slid down his face. I resisted the urge to snarl. He was so heartless. But at least he was shedding a few tears for him. Maybe now Jason understands that he is wrong.

Wait, someone is missing. I inhaled sharply, looking for Poseidon, Amphitrite, and Triton as the van finally started moving. I couldn't spot them. I jumped up and ran to the front, pounding on the divider between the cab and back here. It slid open and Chiron's sad, tear-streaked face looked at me. "Yes, Thalia?" He said sadly, obviously as affected by his death as the rest of us.

"Where are Poseidon, Amphitrite, and Triton? They're not back here." I said, hating how broken and choked my voice sounded. I couldn't afford to be weak! Annabeth and pretty much everyone needs me to be strong so they don't have to. I was broken out of my thoughts by Chiron sighing and talking to me.

"They probably flashed home or to the camp to wait for us. Maybe to Olympus to call a meeting and tell all the other gods what happened." He said. "It's okay to be weak, Thalia. It is perfectly fine for you to brake down and sob. You don't have to be strong, you don't have to hold it all in. Thalia, you don't have to take his place as leader." I nodded, not really letting the words sink in. Chiron sighed again and closed the divider. I stifled another sob and headed back to my seat next to Annabeth.

I sat down, and that was when what Chiron had said finally sunk in and registered. I inhaled sharply. He was right. This is what he always did. Keeping everything boxed up and not letting anything out so that everyone else could brake down. He was strong so others didn't have to be. He hid what he felt, he didn't want to be a burden to anyone. Everyone had their own problems and he didn't want to burden them with his. I am doing exactly as he has always done. I'm trying to take his place, and do what he always does, so no one else has to. I'm acting just like him.

I wanted to sob. And this time, I didn't hold anything back. I let everything out and bawled. Everyone stared, their tear-filled eyes wide in surprise. But I didn't care. Percy Jackson is dead and it hurts. Why shouldn't I cry?

Clarrise's P.O.V.
I stared, shocked, at Thalia. Tears still ran down my face, but Thalia was sobbing. Like, full on bawling like a baby kind of sobbing. Everyone stared. Thalia never cried. She was that tough rock. Like P- like he was. The one there for you when you need it and the one that's always strong, always brave and always happy. I've never seen Thalia cry, and I never saw him cry. I'd never even seen him scared either, until recently.

I swear to the gods, I should have killed that basterd, Gabe for doing what he did to P- him. His fat ass self deserves worse than life in prison. He deserves to rot in Tartarus for hurting Prissy. For killing Prissy.

At least now I know why he was always so afraid-ish of me. I called him punk and I probably reminded him of his abusive stepdad. I looked over at Thalia again, sobbing her heart out next to her unresponsive best friend who was holding the body of everyone's brother and best friend, and I lost it. That was the last straw.

I screamed in frustration and anger and jumped up. I punched the wall of the van so hard I dented it and then I stomped up to them front of the van and pounded on the divider. Chiron slid it open and looked at me carefully.

"Yes, Cl-" He started but I cut him off.

"Stop the van."

"Clarrise, I can't just-"

"STOP THE FUCKING VAN!" The van screeched to a stop and Chiron looked at me, startled. "Turn the fucking van around and drive back."

"Clarrise,-"

No! I don't give a shit right now! Turn this fucking van around and drive back! I'm going to kill that son of a bitch that killed Percy and made Thalia Grace of all people sob her eyes out and made Annabeth Chase as unresponsive as a brick wall! I'M GOING TO KILL THAT BASTERD!" I yelled at him. Then I slammed the divider shut, whirled around, and stalked back to Chris, Thalia, Annabeth, and the body she held. I ignored everyone's stares as I stood in front of Annabeth, looking at the broken, bloody, and scarred boy in her arms. I glanced over at Thalia, seeing her still bawling, though now, Grover was giving her a hug and is trying to comfort her as he lets her sob into his shoulder. Then I turn back and look at Annabeth's face, her dull eyes and tear stained cheeks. She gazed down at his empty face, looking like she was seeing something else entirely. Then I turned to look at Chris, my wonderful, annoying boyfriend crying and staring worriedly at me, and lost it in another way altogether.

All my anger was replaced with heartrenching pain. All my anger replaced by the pain of loss. By the pain of the fact I would never get to call him Prissy again, or have epic fights with him or annoy him or do anything with him ever again. Because he is gone. I dropped to the floor, landing hard on my butt and continued to stare at nothing. I took a deep breath, and then I sobbed. Like Thalia, I started to sob my heart out, but at the same time I was screaming swear words at him for dying and at Gabe for killing him.

Chris jumped up and knelt next to me, wrapping his arms around me and holding me tight. I pulled my head from where it rested on his shoulder and looked him in the eye, staring at him through blurry eyes filled with more tears. I sniffled softly. "Don't you ever fucking dare leave me, Rodriguez. First it was Selena. Now it's Prissy, and I swear if you go next, I will bring you back to life just so I can fucking kill you again for leaving me." I said, attempting to glare at him.

He smiled sadly and pulled me into another hug. "I wouldn't dream of it, Clarrise. I promise I won't ever leave you." I pulled back and swatted him on the head. "Hey! What was that for!" He cried indignantly and I gave a weak laugh.

"Don't make promises you might not be able to keep you asshole." I said, then I squirmed my way back into a hug and continued to sob into his shoulder.

----Time Skip to when they're at----
----Camp!----

Hazel's P.O.V.
I clung to Frank's arm as we walked inside of Camp Half-Blood's border. My vision was still blurry with tears as they continued to flow down my face. I looked up at my boyfriend and could tell that he was trying hard not to cry, to be strong for me, and everyone else as well. It was hard. I mean, even Clarrise had started sobbing. And from what little I know of her, and all the stories I've been told, she doesn't get emotional. Thalia started bawling as well. And from all I've heard of her, and talked to her a little during the custody and abuse trials, she doesn't get emotional like that either.

---Time Skip to A Few Days Later---

Nico's P.O.V.
Today is Percy's funeral. Damnit that Kelp Head just had to go and fucking die didn't he? I'm going to go down to the Underworld and see how he's doing when this is over. I think I'll take Annabeth, the Seven, Thalia, Clarrise, Reyna, Rachel, and Will with me. They could all use something to bring their spirits up. Though, a visit to Percy and seeing his ghost might not exactly do that...

Whatever. If they want to come, I'll take them with me. On to more depressing matters...

---Another Time Skip To Percy's Funeral Cause I'm Lazy And Am Running Low On Inspiration For This Story And Don't Know What To Do---

I walked up to the alter where the sea-green shroud covered his body, preparing to make my speech. All of Percy's friends had already said something, I was the last to go up. Well, except for Annabeth. She was so shattered. When we had gotten to camp, she had disappeared inside Percy's cabin and never came out. Someone had to take her food and make her eat. It was like she was um..
Not comatose... um... what's the word!? Will had told me before bit I cant remember it! Damnit! Well, she's unresponsive and seems to be doing stuff just automatically. Like, she'll use the bathroom on her own, and she can eat on her own, you just have to bring her the food and make sure she actually does. She can act on her own, but she never says anything, and it's like she's locked away her feelings and, well everything really.

Anyway, she was here, but she hasn't come up and she hadn't said anything. She just stood in a back corner, hiding, and watched. I could see the tears falling endlessly down her face. I think I was the only one to notice she was there. I walked up onto the stage in the amphitheater and, looking a moment more at his shroud, turned around. I looked out over the gathered demigods. Everyone at camp was here. Everyone from both camps. It was way to crowded. Some people had to stand a distance away. I mean, there's a whole freaking city in Camp Jupiter! It's a whole freaking Roman legion!

... Stupid ADHD! Back on track Nico.

I scolded myself, forcing my thoughts back to the matter at hand. I cleared my throat awkwardly and took a deep breath before beginning. "Everyone here knows Percy Jackson. Maybe not closely, and maybe not even personally. But everyone here loved him. Just like he loved every one of us. He saved me and my sister when I was ten, and a bunch of shitty stuff later, he comes back from a quest and tells me my sister is dead. I got mad and then a bunch more shitty stuff later, he saves me from myself. And then even more shitty stuff later, he saves the world in the war against Kronos. Then he goes missing and a lot more shitty stuff happens while he's gone. We find him, and it turns out he's done even more stuff and more shitty stuff has happened to him. Then he goes off on another quest to fight another war and save the world again. He and Annabeth fall into Tartarus. Then they get out and more shitty stuff happens. Finally, the war with Queen Dirt Face is over and everything is happy, right? Not. He gets in a car crash, nearly dies, is stuck in a coma for months, looses his mother, becomes blind, and gets crippled. That's it though, right? Still no. First we find out that he was deppresed and tried to commit suicide multipule times, and that he selfharmed. Then we find out he was abused by his stepfather and he has to go back and live with that evil son of a bitch without his mother there to protect him at all. A bunch more shitty stuff later, and his basterd stepfather hires a sniper and kills him.

"Percy had a horrible life. It sucked. Probably few of you had it worse. But he had his friends, his family, and we got him through most of it. But he never really let us in. We never really knew him until it was too late to save him. Except, despite everything, he always thought of us first. He never once though about what he wanted. Never once thought about what was best for him. He always wanted us to be happy, he wanted to be strong for us so we didn't have to. He carried the weight of the world on his shoulders willingly, so no one else had to. He didn't want to be a burden to any of us, so he hid his true feelings and what was really happening to him from everyone. Outside, he was funny, sarcastic, quickwitted, and the guy that everyone loved. The guy that people could rally around, the guy that people looked up to. But inside, he was breaking. He was falling apart underneath the weight of all the responsibilities that had been thrust upon him. He was cracking under the pressure of his own problems and feelings being pent up inside him.

"He was the best friend anyone ever had. He was a big brother, a son, a boyfriend, a little brother, he was the glue that kept everyone together. But who kept him together? Who was the one that picked up his breaking pieces and put him back together? Who could he lean on when he needed support? Who could he talk to when he needed to relieve some of the pressure that was building up and just kept building? Who was his shoulder when he needed to cry?" I looked out at everyone gathered, tears falling down my face as I worked up to my finish.

"No one. There was nobody there to listen when he needed to talk, nobody there to pick up his broken pieces, nobody there comfort him when he needed to cry, and nobody there to fix him when he broke. Because nobody knew. Nobody knew what was happening to him. And nobody knew until it was too late. We tried to save him, we tried to change when we finally noticed, when we finally found out, but it was all over, and now he's dead. And there is nothing we can do but thank him for everything he's done and know that he's never going to be hurt again, know that he's in a better place now and doesn't have to deal with any of our problems or his own. Now, he is finally allowed to be perfectly happy and to have a good time. Now, he is finally free."

I turned around, ignoring the sounds of sobbing from the gathered demigods and legacies. I grabbed the lit torch and was about to burn his shroud when a broken voice called out behind me.

"Wait!" I turned around. Annabeth was running up to the alter, her eyes wide and desperate. "Wait!" She climbed up and looked at me, her grey eyes filled with sadness and despair beyond anything I had ever seen. "L-let me do it." She whispered shakily. I nodded silently and handed her the torch.

She gazed at the shroud for a moment, as if hoping he would appear and crash his own funeral again like he did last time. As if imagining the body of the boy underneath it was alive and well, like he was next to her and this was some other friend and not her best friend, not her boyfriend, not her other half.

"I'm so sorry, Percy. I wasn't there for you when you needed me. And now, I'm stuck having to say goodbye." She whispered. Then. She set the sea-green shroud ablaze. We all watched as it slowly crumbled to golden dust, and we all said goodbye to our hero.

A/N Word Count: 3173
Well! That wasn't depressing at all! Sorry about the last cliffhanger.

Na not really. So, this chapter was shorter that others I've written. I'm running low on inspiration and so the chapters will be coming slower and they'll probably be shorter to. I'm sorry bout that. But for some reason you all are reading this and have made it this far, so good job!

I'm not going to give up on this, but I am going to work on my other stories as well. So, between the low inspiration, my other stories, and school, I'll update pretty slow. I'm sorry. Please forgive me.

Well, anyway.

Yours in demigodishness and all that,
Annabeth_Jackson_12 <3