1,965 days. Or five years, four months, two weeks, and six days. That's how long he'd been safe. How long he'd kept it a secret from his friends. From his family. They didn't have to know. They could live their entire lives without knowing. But he hated keeping it a secret. Lying to them, sneaking around, deceiving them. He hated it. He wanted to get away from it all. But if he told them...they'd hate him. They'd call him a liar, a murderer, a monster. They'd leave him and try to get as far away from him as possible. They'd tell him that he should just crawl in a hole and die. He'd heard that before. He was used to it. He knew he deserved it, too. After all he'd done, he deserved cruel words being thrown at him, he deserved to die, he deserved to feel the pain he'd caused years ago. He certainly didn't deserve the parties being thrown for him, the people looking at him in awe, the person that loved him and thought he could do no wrong. They had it all wrong. He was no "Great Hero." He wasn't someone who was on the "good side." He was cunning, ruthless, manipulative, and plain wicked. No, not a hero. He was the villain. ____________________________________________________ A PJO fic lol if it wasn't obvious :)
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