Prologue

Me: Hey guys! I am here with another depressing story. For some reason, I excel with them. Not much to say except I hope you guys enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson. Rick Riordan does but I do own the OCs.

Warning: Thoughts of suicide

'Should I do this?' I thought, twirling a knife around in my hand.

'Why not? No one would miss you,' a tiny voice at the back of my brain responded.

'My friends would miss me and Mom and Chiron would too,' I argued back.

'Would they really though? Your mom is focused on her newly born child, Chiron is busy teaching and running the camp, and your friends our so focused on everything else. Would they even notice you died?' the tiny voice continued.

'They would,' I argued.

'But why should they?' the tiny voiced asked.

'Because they…,' I thought before really thinking about it.

My mother, Sally Jackson, had a baby recently and I was really happy about that. The thing is, Mom needed to focus more on her than on me and that's been really tough. I don't mind though because I wanted my baby sister to grow up well and better than I had. As for Chiron, he was just doing his duties which I can't blame him for. My friends have been really busy too. Annabeth was focusing on rebuilding which we really needed after the war and the rest of the seven were busy with their duties too. But if they noticed how I was acting, they would probably drop what they were doing to comfort me because they…

'Because they love me. Go. Away,' I thought forcefully.

The voice growled but went away. I put the knife in one of my drawers under whatever was in there. I sighed. The voice was becoming stronger. I wasn't sure how much more I could take. I made sure no one noticed but I was close to breaking.

'The Great Percy Jackson is close to losing,' I thought, snorting at the idea.

But for, I had won.

And that's it. Please leave me your thoughts on this. Any advising comments would be helpful. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed! Bye!