“i am something, i have been something, i was born something.”

you were always used mainly just for your intelligence, people never really cared about your interests or feelings. all they did were use you to answer their questions. percy was however, aware of this yet was never really able to do anything about it, he couldn’t stop it. he didn’t want to be hated by the entire camp.. but still he felt about about your situation and hoped one day you would get through it, or that he would help you, eventually. you were never really called by your name. you were only called was “it” or a ”something.” you didn’t know why people just didn’t call you by your normal name at all. but yet percy felt bad of how people just treated you like straight up dirt. so here you were, sitting, your legs hung off the dock of long island sound, it was about midnight and stared at the sky, peaceful and silent. you couldn’t sleep since the thoughts kept you up, leading you unable to sleep. you heard pebbles and footsteps getting closer to you. you figured he wanted you to do a favor for him, but he had different intentions. you were already irritated and said out of anger, and frustration, “if you need a favor then at least call me by my name.” you said in a monotone voice, thought it was monotone, but he could definitely tell you were irritated. “i wasn’t here to.. ask you for a favor, or call you “something”..” he said the last part quietly and slightly trailed off. hesitant, he never had the intention to use you, all he wanted to do was comfort you of your pain. you were confused.. yet flustered as you turned your head towards him slightly. “..then..what??..” you asked in a confused, quiet and sweet tone. percy stayed quiet. searching for an answer, he wanted to know you. he didn’t want to call you just “something.” but you didn’t even think you actually had a name anymore. you have been something, you were born something. you just turned back to the sky, you wanted to be known for you, not your intelligence.