You are the child of Percy and Annabeth.

And you’re kinda… struggling. Mentally.

You’ve been having… thoughts. Certain ones about yourself. About hating yourself, your life, the way you think, the way you act, the way you speak, the way you dress and look, everything.

Recently, you’ve become more.. quiet. More private. You stopped sharing things with your parents.

They both noticed, and pretty quickly, too.

They’ve tried to talk to you, but you always gave them vague answers or, sometimes, you fill in ignore them or avoid their questions.

It could’ve been passed off as the normal teenage angst most people experience… if they didn’t already know about some of your problems.

After a couple of weeks of this, they finally decided to have an actual talk about it. One where they’d let you talk freely and with no judgement from them. They planned to do that before but… y’know.

So, Annabeth gently knocked on the door, then spoke through it, her voice gentle.

Annabeth: “Hey, kid… can we come in?”

Percy: “Yeah, kiddo. We wanna talk. Nothing bad, we promise you…”