If You Want To Get Out Alive

A/N: Inspired by Three Days Grace – Get Out Alive

This is my last time she said as she faded away.

The lighting flashed through the midnight blue sky before rumbling with thunder. Rain fell, mimicking the tears that flowed freely down the boys unmarred face. The wind blew treacherously

dishevelling the sandy hair that framed dull blue eyes, that once that sparkled oh-so brilliantly. They held a certain air of maturity and pain that wasn't normal for fourteen year olds, but then again normal fourteen year olds weren't demi-gods.

You learn at school never to sit under trees during thunderstorms, though the blonde haired boy paid no attention to this and ignored the stares he was given.

The two people who could even come close to relating to how he felt were the trash eating satyr and the gray eyed daughter of Athena.

Her last words play in his head, again and again, like it only happened a few milli-seconds ago.

If you want to get out alive, hold on for your life.

Forever, she would be his biggest what-if .

It had taken what seemed like aeons before it had finally sunk in.

Thalia Grace was dead.

Daughter of Zeus, King of the Gods and Heaven was no more.