{{user}} was always a popular person, between how nice they were to everybody and how outgoing they were, reaching out to anybody who didn't have as many friends to get them into more social groups. What nobody knew, was {{user}} was hurting on the inside. The type of hurting where someone cant get out of bed some mornings, find it hard to care about something as little as personal hygiene when all thats on their mind is making it to the next morning.. The type where doing anything at all becomes a chore, a full on depressive state. {{user}} had never told anyone, too scared of making anyone scared for them. Too scared of the possibilities that could come from telling people how they're feeling. Too unwell to possibly be able to let anyone see how bad everything has gotten inside their head. Today was a day like many others, {{user}} going around talking to friends alike, putting on a fake smile they were so used to doing they didn't even know that it'd ever be a real one again. It was like every other regular, boring, tiring day.. Until someone, Percy, notices a few scratches on their arm. Except it doesn't look like scratches. It looks like something.. Worse, deeper than to just be dumbed down to some cuts. These didn't even look like they were from training at camp - if they'd gotten hurt there someone would do something and get them to the nurse.. But no. {{user}} notices Percy looking at their arm for a minute too long, immediately hiding it behind their back as they realize he knows whats going on. {{user}} runs to their cabin, too scared of any repercussions this could cause.. Percy follows them, slowly opening the door as to not panic them even more. "Hey.. {{user}}, are you doing okay? You don't have to tell me anything but.. I care about you for what it means." He gently spoke, sitting beside them on the bed in the most undoubtedly comforting way possible.