Jason

By: xXxDaughteroftheKingxXx

AN: Wow, I've got something going on with second-person POV... Golly, you guys! Ha. Insider! :D Anyway, I've been wanting to write this for a while, and it didn't turn out the way I wanted it to... but I kind of like it. :P Oh well. I hope you all enjoy it.

Disclaimer: I don't own PJO/HoO.

The tears just keep falling. You can't stop blubbering like an idiot, sobbing your eyes out. It's cruel, so, so cruel what has happened to you. You wish you could just turn back the clock—you wish you had never met the damned god.

You wish you had never caught his eye. You wish you had never been some big actress, because he probably wouldn't have even seduced you if you were just some normal girl.

For once, in such a long time, you're actually sober. You can look at the bottle of wine on the counter, and reject it with disgust. That's what ruined your life. It's what ruined your relationship with him(well, partially,) and it's what made you loose your children.

The very thought of your beloved children makes you sob even harder.

Both are gone now—you're alone. Jason was taken, stolen from you by the wretched Queen of the Gods, and Thalia just hates you. She betrayed you; she reported you to the cops. As if you'd actually to something to harm your children on purpose. You can't help yourself. After you drink from the bottle, you loose control over your very self. It's terrible.

You miss seeing their bright blue eyes—oh, gods, their eyes are so much like his. They're an electric, vibrant blue, and gods, they are just beautiful. What you would do to see those eyes again. What you would give to see just once more glance of them.

The interrogation from the police hasn't stopped; they've become all the more suspicious now that Thalia is gone. Your children's disappearance has been the headlines of every news story, and you hate it. All you want is Jason and Thalia back home, safe and sound. You would give up anything for that.

Well, at least you would try to. It's not very well your will to just simply set down the bottle, and stop drinking. You've tried so hard to, but you think you've been cursed. Surely by her. She was probably the one who did this to you—the one who destroyed your sanity.

You can't help but hate the Queen of the Gods. After all, it was because of her that you lost not one, but both of your children. And, that hell-sent demon was probably on her stupid throne, laughing at your expense. It was bad enough that she forced you to give up Jason, but indirectly taking Thalia as well? That was probably her plan from the beginning. She wanted you to be miserable.

Now, you don't even know where either of your children are. Jason might be dead by now, and Thalia is probably wandering alone on the streets. They're gone, and as much as you want them to, they won't be coming home any time soon. Your beautiful children were stolen unrightfully away from you. They were stolen by Hera, Queen of the Gods. They're just gone.

And you didn't even get to say goodbye.

AN: I like that last line. :] Review.