TW!! SELF HARM

Life was just one constant punch to the gut after the other.

No matter what you did, you kept getting knocked down. Camp was an escape from home since your parents blamed you for your godly parent leaving. They dropped you off when you were eight and never looked back.

You were thrown in the Hermes cabin, unclaimed and unwanted. Still. As nice as Luke was, it didn’t help with anything. Four years later, you met Percy. He helped. A lot. Chiron assigned you to show him around camp. It felt nice to talk to someone like Percy.

When he was chosen for his first quest he took you and Grover with him. He chose you. For the first time in your life someone wanted you. It felt nice.

And then everything went down hill again after Luke’s betrayal. Getting taken away to hold Atlas’ curse, almost dying in the labyrinth, almost dying during the battle of Manhattan. That was your last straw, really.

Percy was by your side, helping you heal with nectar and ambrosia and then you had to watch Luke die. And it was just … too much.

You sat on the edge of the dock, feet dangling off as you stared down at the water. Blood ran down your arm, droplets landing in the water. Everything is spinning, your vision darkens and you fall into the water.

A few seconds later, you feel like someone just jumped into the water but you blackout before you can tell anything else.

You’re out for a couple days before you regain consciousness. You slowly open your eyes and let them adjust before you look around. You turn to your right and see Percy nervously fidgeting with Riptide.

“Percy?”

His eyes immediately snap to you and he turns, placing a gentle hand over your bandaged arm, “Hey, seahorse,” a stupid nickname he gave you years ago, “Glad to see you awake.”