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Percy POV

TW FOR THIS CHAPTER: SELF HARM, SUICIDE ATTEMPT, SWEARING

I could hear Nico knocking on my door like a madman, yelling at me to open up. I, however, ignored him. So intelligent.

Grabbing riptide from my pocket, I uncapped the pen and watched as it transformed into a sword, the leaf-shaped blade glinting temptingly. I swallowed, unsure for a moment. Why was I about to do this, again?

Bianca.

Beckendorf.

Silena.

Michael.

Castor.

Zöe.

Luke.

Lee.

Hundreds of other demigods, whose names I didn't even know.

That's why.

Nico's yells were getting quieter. Or maybe they weren't, maybe I was just blocking them out better.

(Here comes the SH, skip this part of you want)

Easing my hoodie sleeve up, I made the first cut. A thin line across my forearm. At first it didn't bleed, but then the blood welled up and started trickling into my palm, the sting almost non existent. Slowly, I cut Bianca's name next to the original cut. More blood. I couldn't see the cuts anymore, nor could I feel them. Then Beckendorf's name. Silena's. Zöe's. Michael's. Lee's. Castor's. Luke's. By this point, both of my arms were drenched in the dark red liquid, and it was dripping onto the floor and collecting into a small puddle by my feet. It didn't hurt.

I stared at my wrists contemplatingly - I could end this. All it would take was a small movement, to solve such a big problem...

I slit one wrist. Pouring blood. I was about to do the same to the other when a wave of dizziness hit me, and I sat down onto my bed, vaguely aware that my face felt wet.

"PERSEUS JACKSON, OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR OR SO HELP ME I'LL-"

This jolted me out of my dazed state and I dropped riptide with a clatter.

Shit.

I exhaled slowly, time feeling frozen.

Sorry, Annabeth. Sorry I was annoying, I'm sorry I couldn't protect you well enough in Tatarus. I'm sorry for distancing myself from you lately.

Sorry, Nico. Sorry for all the nicknames you hated. I'm sorry for killing your sister, it was my fault. I'm sorry for brushing you off.

Sorry, Will. Sorry you'll have to see another demigod die. That really isn't fair, is it? Neither is me living though. Try not to look. I'm sorry for getting myself hurt so often, bothering you with my injuries so much.

Sorry, Jason. For not being there enough, for fighting you constantly, and for feeling threatened by you.

Sorry Piper. Sorry for being a nuisance, and keeping you from Annabeth.

Sorry, Leo. Sorry for the constant teasing and banter. Sorry that I was an unnecessary presence that took up space in your life.

Sorry, Hazel. And Frank.

Sorry, Reyna. For leading you on. Giving you hope where there wasn't any.

Sorry, Dad. For being a disappointment. Like you said, a mistake.

Sorry to the all the other gods and goddesses, though I doubt you care.

Sorry, Gabe. I'm sorry I was such a pain you had to beat me and scream at me. I'm just sorry. For being a nuisance.

I'm sorry, Bianca, for getting you killed. And sorry Zöe, Luke, Castor, Michael, Lee, Silena, Beckendorf and Silena, for the same reason.

The door was wrenched open, and a pissed off son of Hades stormed in.

"Percy! What are you playing at, locking yourself in your cabi- Percy?! Shit. Oh, fuck." He grabbed my shoulders, shaking me lightly. "WILL?! WILL!"

My vision started fading around the edges, and I groaned softly.

"Percy, why would you do this? Don't die on me. If you did I'll storm the underworld and drag your soul back out by the neck, bring you back to life and then kill you again."

A small, bitter smile flickered across my lips. "Yeah, you would.."

Will entered.

"Tesoro, take him to the infirmary. I'm getting Apollo, because this is Percy, things are bound to go wrong."

I passed out.

A/N: i want this to end on 700 words, same reason as before. What did you guys think about this chapter? Constructive criticism is welcome. Please, and thank you. What should I write next?
700 words.