The things they don't know..

Mess hall.

A/n: Hii idk what to do here:)

Trigger warning!!⚠︎︎⚠︎︎
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Leo hadn't been paying attention to the others. His mind was racing with the secrets he wanted badly to share. "Leo!" Piper snapped. He came back to reality. "What?-.." he asked. "You need to listen! Or we'll take you back to camp!" Frank said. It had been a year after beating Gaea. Leo died, to save Calypso. Only for her to say she used him to get off the island, that she never loved him. He was broken. Now Leo being treated like he was before, brings back unwanted memories. He faded out again, not meaning too.

A 7 year old Leo was finally meeting his Aunt Rosa for the first time with Tia. "Tia, why isn't my mamá coming?" He asked. "Oh, my dear Leo, she will be here soon." Tia said. Leo jumped up and down with excitement. They got to the door and Tia knocked. Someone opened the door. She had a velvet robe draped around her, and she looked down at Leo.

"Scram, get lost." She told him. Leo seemed confused by the comment. "Uhhh, aunt?" He asked. "I'm not your aunt you little brat." She said. He flinched at that. Little brat?.. I'm not a brat, am I? Mamá says I'm always good! What did I do? Leo lost all focus and Rose pushed him away from the door and onto the sidewalk and walked back in. "Ti-? Tia?" Leo asked. He looked around frantic to find her, but she was no where to be seen. "Find you're home little one." He heard Tia whisper to him.

"Ugh, I'm done with him." Annabeth said. Leo got up. "Sorry..." he said. He walked out, trying his best to ignore his so called "family" talk behind his back, thinking he was far away.

Leave them Leo.

Shut up, Leo thought.

They don't care, you know that.

They do care. They're just tired right now.. right?

No, no, Leo, your blade is waiting for you, you know where it is. It's so easy.

No, I promised. I promised her not too..

But she is gone Leo. You're mother's gone.

.. ok.

Leo walked toward his room and shut and locked his door. He sat crisscrossed on the ground and grabbed his blade from under his dresser. It's been months, almost a full year Leo, why am I doing this?

He cut those thoughts out, and rolled his sleeve up. One line. Two lines. Three.. that's enough. He watched the blood trickle down his arm. He loved the pain, the color of the blood. That's when it all went black.

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A/n: this is part one:) hope you liked it.. HAVE A COOKIE (::) (::) (::) (::)